I sing with soul only while I’m in the shower;
Christina Aguilera possesses my reclusive power.
My love exceeds human aptitude in the privacy of my own home;
Sensual romance engulfed in a torrent of kisses for the intangible.
I laugh a joyous manic when I leave my comfort zone;
A burst of social air fills my lungs to dissipate my lips’ blue tone.
I can only dance before an audience dressed as a gothic queen;
The release of my feminine side is hardly ever seen.
I know what it’s like to live life in pain, you just do it, unfortunately;
Only my shadow sticks around because only it loves me.
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