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The Will To Survive
Little birds
had become stone pelters.
Uneasy would lie the hands, that
had become avid pawns.
Sometimes you watch
the erotica, mating in air,
to listen to echoes
of self-destruction.
The stigma will not go.
Human judgment was
falling. You grab a Rilke
to find the answer.
If man was truth then
what was a beast?
don't commit the eye of god.
Every honour was fake.
The gay philosophy was
for yourself. I had been living
perilously, not hiding
behind the rituals.
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