Fox

Gaze into these bright eyes, an artic fox on an adventure…
Defying dimensions and conventions with a wry smile-
The swirls of chaos deconstructing tired ways of being,
Repurposed talisman for a new way to exist in the universe…
Polyamory.  A narrative. Perhaps, a poem. A pretty pink thistle.
Oh!  To live on the outskirts of social norms,
You choose your path on your own terms.

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