--Those without Alphabetization have no Nation I am a poet: future, past, present All is contained in an Anemone While you go naked

without custom’s grace As you who chooses degrade yourself does While I am a unicorn butterfly A pollen of danger that rages with love I’m not a philosopher why would I? I would rather die than comment as such That ravages the happy and soulful A Native American bitch Indian I’d choose What you most despise than what you adore I can abide with misery better Than sit in the presence of your thinking upon my two bipedal pupilled-wings

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