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in this gay-straight world,
i miss having a friend to talk to,
calling someone I love, beautiful.
i miss sharing an ice cream,
bathing in the s..
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are you up there
father
beyond those blue heaven eyes
that sail slowly across
the ceiling of my world.
are you up there
as I tie my shoelaces ..
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i've thrown all the lettersinto the fireplace,
quieted my thoughts with a shower,
pressed a cold towel over eyes, hoping
the still words won't slip..
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taking the badge in my hand
i throw it across the room,
I'll no longer need it
ask my gloom.
here I lay on the bed
waiting for another day.
what..
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I've sat in different places
with different races, sorry
to admit I've gone miles and sat
on cold tiles, soft rugs that have
crawled with bugs...
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