slander me

after all,
we are all poets here

equally exploiting our experiences

perhaps, Nietzsche was right all along



we are all someone else's collateral damage



I'm growing out these ruby red locks

wearing skirts

laughing out loud


I will be whatever I want to be

I will love whoever I want to love



I am not of poets or of poetry



slander me

I am everything you say

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