A boy and a boy sitting side by side. A stray lock of hair falling down his eye.
A love so sweet it was raw and tender. Too bad it would end in September.
A kiss so soft pressed against his lips. No more ordinary than a foreign myth. With love and compassion he felt - there was no future withheld.
With silk and with sand, he bore his head high, as people in town wouldn't let him by. A place of shame and lies, he had seen. A place to him, not so keen.
As the red flag waved in the sky above, the mothers and the sons stood quietly beyond - a restless place full of hopes and dreams. A withered sense of humanity.
- Dedicated to the gay community at large. We will find our place, just like everybody else.
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