what a funny word to taste on my lips
the first time I read it
before I had the language to say
I am anything other than
peculiar
but I think about all the pretty
girls
and all the pretty
boys
and all the pretty
people
and I do not care about
what you are
but who you are
it is such a good way to love
or lust
it is the only way I know how
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Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
