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I still remember when satin robes weren’t for people like us.
We’d sit on plush couches made of cotton and middle school memories as the bodies wrapped in lace reminisced of better days.
This will be hard to put out there
But, I know, it'll be worth it. Life isn't fair.
I've never thought about who I am.
I could be Bi, Asexual, Homo, or Pan.
All of these thoughts could be real.
I stood, taking in the bright sun that sparkled against
Carefully constructed costumes,
Custom-fitted, emulating each and every soul perfectly.
Incandescent
Maroon,
