i’m genderfluid—
not struck by cupid.
your love’s polluted,
i move like a druid—
and leave you looking stupid.
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Author:
Yael Olalde-Garcia (
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An interesting write free from love, enjoyed the read
A quatrain with the same ending rhyme scheme but I am not sure how druids move. I would assume on two feet and maybe with a golden knife to cut the mistletoe from the oak. A fun read
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