Being Dana… I had a dream last night.

I had a dream last night.
Freed from dysphoria prison.
Body, mind finally right.
I partook in what some call sin.

My senses tuned to perceived connection.
My right to love whom I may, granted.
The scenes played out in simple perfection.
Nothing more ever have I wanted.

I woke, my parole revoked.
Body, mind in different cell blocks.
Emotions flooded, tears choked.
My dysphoria re-secures it’s locks.

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