I don't want to dress as a woman.
I don't want to dress as a man.
I have no interest in textiles.
I want to stand in front of a mirror,
and stare, and stare, and stare.
Until I dissolve...
Like watercolor,
an autumn leaf revolving in a puddle.
Stand beside me dearest friend.
Can you see all this?
The carousel slowing,
the paint peeling.
You playfully whisper, love you.
Kiss my cheek.
And another day begins.
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