Agent of Love

A masquerade of a darken pit into hell, this room
A ruse, this tousled bed
Not offered, respect
No longer on defense, my acceptance
Worthy of validation, my love, my grace to all circumstance I beget
Your vision of me, who the fuck cares
Mental aerobics and your judgments, cannot diminish me…for I’m an agent of love.

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