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Dec 2019
In a mechanism.
Built for pain.
Desire scape. Dry tears of rain.

Of hollow wants.
And a shell of diamonds...
Controlling all.
And the mind is binded...

Lost and loose.
The opposite of it...
Drawn like poison from
The wound.
Of softness. In a clock that ticks

The complex made.
Of thrifty fabric.....
Looks like silk compressed with
****** plastic...

Thoughts of carefree
Life ....and love in novels.
Contrast  hollywood.
And sprawling business models.
To let go and live
meticulous commisioned permission with in.
Or profit
Sin and repent hope you let live and forgive....
To shadow all the blackened hues
Living in. My decisionism...
Or lose decisive. Components
Of a system in. That twists it in...
The howling arm. Of a beast
With guided eyes. A jawline broke
Like devils grin...
And western medicine.
To cure an element.
Of an unfinished little.
Journey of ****** development...
Puberty and spiders.
Crawling on my head and in....
Hormonal. Storms and stormy
Shores washed with in. Stories
Of a sacrifice.
****** embellishments
Thoughts programmed.
To want a wife like hetero men
On the television....
And be a woman chasing.
Dinner date with  death and satan.
Before I made my outsides
Look the same.
As inside. Denied. But not for blame
On God's creation.
*** in the process. I changed
The collective conscience...
Now embrace the naked pain
Of trans women. Transmen and gays.
So in love with society's embrace.
My controlling matrix
Wither in a credited vision
Of a sacred mission to be brave
As my true orientation..
Gender. And purpose
For creation.
Thanks for staying.
I know I'm not the best
But you get what I'm saying.
Jordan Gablehouse
Written by
Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
(27/Two-Spirit/Canada)   
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