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Mar 17
Two eyes meet in a sudden manner
Critical thoughts start to scatter
"He's too short", "She doesn't do sports"

Thousands of bullets, ready to be fired
But what made you feel inspired?
There must have been a reason
A need to change one's season

A burning desire to point out a flaw
While having a cold mind, unable to thaw
Come to your senses, lower your defenses

Find the hidden qualities
Step through mere quantities
See the soul behind the gender
And finally end this genetical slander
Written by
Dorian
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