Anglo-Saxon

A cisgender Anglo-Saxon
With a bible shape of nose
Penetrates layer of clouds
Carrying a wounded rose

Wilted petals, dryed leaves
Injured by parental thorns.
Sentimental bumblebees
Chasing boy and flower course.

Not that hurt to be a victim
Not enough to be prosperous,
Semi metal, quasicrystal
Has emerged on edge of eras.

Neither fish but not yet lizard,
An identity chimera.
Crescent in half empty beaker
Eats its tail with its own fangs.


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