It is where I am not my gender.
I am not a girl walking home at night
hyper-aware, keys placed in vain between knuckles.

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Coursing through my veins

Is the lifeblood of this game.

From the sleep, to the kick and the burst

The quenching of the thirst,

an awakening of the fire

And the dawn of the inspire,

Coming down

Through.

every.

drop.