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I love it.
But grow trees to adumbrate it’s anima.
To force a mascaraed upon its glow.
Tarp my elation for it.
I feel my definition eave when I do it.
Alien cliques called societal norms.
Make such a scintillating activity, abnormal.
I hurt no one through such a cosmetic lust.
Fabric is not a great medium for harm.
I cringe at such struggles.
For gender roles and such.
One shouldn’t care of what other think.
God knows I’m a hypocrite to state that.
I want to share my “taboo” with someone dear.
I need to.
Anyone who struggles with personal enjoyment.
Doing things that are no harm to others, but are considered deviant.
I would love to leave you with a quote.
“I am human, nothing human is alien to me.”
Where whatever clothes you want to.
Love whoever you want to with their consent.
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