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The Third Sex

Was born and disowned Sometimes thrown out after a little affection An immortal societal rejection Left all on my own No support no home Forbidden from education Debarred from occupation Can’t even sell my own body…
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To This Year

It is a promise, less than a truth; It is a year, less than a moment. Abruptly goes away, takes away few possibilities; Needs are crying, content is the one – Who knows words for only words. Hypocrite chants carol of sceptre, It…
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