Sting of the Spindle
Mistakes made,
but not me.
While charging
this bigotry
I fail to fall
into what
should be absence
of argument.
Into an abyss, a
Dark Traveler
I easily
Become if
I remain
Unconscious.
Our differences
Nauseate me
so I prick
my finger in
order to
Dream.
Pleased now that
our Prince Charming
is one in the same.
With love and
libido generously
mixed with androgyny.
So we can see
Eye to eye.
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