synesthetic elements

Androgyny considers herself.
Her smallish waist.
She is not called handsome.
Androgyny has cold blue eyes.
Her mouth is ruffled, like a heart.
Her hair tightly cropped.
Her simple, pale frock.
No one calls her at all.
Androgyny is cresting and unwavering.
Until now she was not in this space.
She came here on a haircut, scissors chiseling.
Soft and sculpted.
Androgyny is not alone.
Femininity has insisted, yet androgyny is not alone.
Androgyny may forget the past.
The view from now and here.
The strange view.

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