Protection

Protection

Every feeling of love is dead in me, at my best I feel simpathy. It will last two days or three.

Every desire for a male’s body dies in me. I won’t allow it in my system. It will not pollute my mechanisms.

Formerly a desire, will it now turn into art, into some note in music, and become a lyric that I will sing.

This is my protection that I’ve been given, this is my gift that I have been handed so that I still can walk the earth.

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