she breaths, she walks, she sometimes talks,
she burns inside
it shows, it grows, by mere luck it doesn’t explode
but still eats her alive
they know, she knows, it’s wrong
there’s never a place to hide
she moves, they move, she moves with them
then they move on their own
and she always stays behind
it sucks, it hurts, it’s never the same
once they are gone for good from her life
and she feels, and she feels, and she feels their loss
like the very first time
You can’t type what a lesbian is. We’re anything and everything. The one thing in common is that we make love to other women. So give up trying to limit us.
— Amanda Bearse
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