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Very short piece today, just off the cuff of my thoughts this morning.

My existence is

A ludicrous contradiction.

Born under stars that dictate

A rich sexual life,

I desire none of it.

Given a mind for science,

But a passion for art.

Given a rich woman's voice-

But with the soul of a man.

It seems I have

A propensity

For throwing away "gifts".

But gifts, once given,

Are for the recipient to do with

As he so pleases.