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Me…

Pseudonym is the name
Falsehood the game.
Pronouns are the mask that I reside.
The mask is permanent and as solid as cement
Hands so cool it evaporates thy conscience,

Violence is a foe, so…
War on the violence; hence banishment
Upstate is the punishment-the comatose state.
There will be no debate-no politics
No judge but the pronouns

Emotions aside, but love resides
Triumphant when love inside
Brave soul, no divide-bipolar
Don’t fret, the heat from the solar
Will keep it hot, enough to soar

Like the phoenix, pronouns fly
No expanse enough to confine
Beauty so pallid and fine
‘Envy is the ulcer of thy soul’
No enigma, envy is thy comrade

Obligated to make acquaintance
Like associates, farewell
The essential need to be forgotten
Shall be like the language never spoken.
‘non omnis moriar’

By Erica x

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