Don't deserve the flowers you're sent.
Their scent can't conceal the odor of woman.
Don't deserve a pedestal.
You can't reach the height of salvation from your manipulation.
Hide like your genitalia; inside.
Now, what's this new butch mask you wear?
Where have you been a million years?
It's too queer.
Still can't be seen without your face on, but the pendulum has swung.
I am scared and so alone.
Tired of being strong.
Want my lover.
C'mon.
All your traits great went the way of your dead mothers.
So-long.
I am scared and so alone.
Curse this being strong.
Want my lover.
C'mon.
I am scared and so alone.
Not scared of not being strong.
Want my lover.
C'mon.
All your gifts have gone.
The pendulum has swung.

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