This is for you
You nearly destroyed me
With frostbitten
Prowling fingertips
And never ending tongue
I will not be the map
Nor Constellation of your
Permissible presentations
Or improvised gender constraints
You do not know me
For I am all the possibilities
That are, that have gone before
That are yet to come
I am a trillion blazing suns gently burning
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 2:14 PM UTC
This is for you
You nearly destroyed me
With frostbitten
Prowling fingertips
And never ending tongue
I will not be the map
Nor Constellation of your
Permissible presentations
Or improvised gender constraints
You do not know me
For I am all the possibilities
That are, that have gone before
That are yet to come
I am a trillion blazing suns gently burning
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