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Androgyne
Androgyne
By james a. galgano

Life drips into out of your opaque smile's inflection
There is no ambiguity to your cartwheel reflection
Back-to-back you come to grips so easily
With your born reality blessed with no anomaly
Confines your obvious gift which so becomes you fine
Your delicious sashay is imbedded in minds eyes
There is a perfection about one is unable to ever forget
You live your life of gracious wonder moving forward without net
The upturn of your lips the pouting of your breasts
Clings so gracefully upon your saunter one never protests
There is an angelic glow from within you daily reveal
No matter your gifted uniqueness is more blessing then surreal
The world is coming round slowly to presence to forever accept
Always remember you are who you are thus forever blessed
© 4 mins ago, James a. GalganoTous Droits Réservés

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