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He/They

I never felt quite masc or femme,
but in our dreams of course
we’re many things.
A little queer is what I’d call myself,
reclaiming that which once
would have been thrown
at any vestige of the not quite usual.

If I could blend and be a man I would,
but from the hairy legs to stubbled chin
I’m slowly accepting
that what a temple holds is not always in line
with what it’s hewn out of.
Written by Casted_Runes (Mr Karswell)
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