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Arrays of the Sun


Straight, lesbian 
Bisexual, Pansexual or gay 
Who really cares
Were all the color of the sun
Just in a different array 
The string I live on is not as taught or fraught as one would think
I tell you I'm Pansexual and you take your theories to the brink
Pulling and pushing this way and thst
You belive I'll have sex with anyone 
And I tell you that not a fact
I love who I love and that is simply enough
Why can't you be happy for me
Instead of adding all this fuss 

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