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Apr 2014
I cursed a man
who believed himself a boy
and buried my love for him
because he did not deserve it.

He deemed me a Unicorn;
a special thing
made entirely for him


but I was sown
with the threads of lament
and the colors of pain.

The needles used
to fabricate me
held by a god
who sought to create
a survivor.

And survivors are Monsters.

Vicious things
of a different beauty.
Reluctantly steering clear
of purity and innocence.


I was not a Unicorn.
But I was treated like one

for a while.
Written by
Dante  26/Non-binary/Connecticut
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