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He kissed another man today
	and died because of it
He was dragged into an apartment
	became target of hungry fists
He had kissed another man
	and no called the police
If the walls don't stop the screaming
	there's always another excuse

He kissed another man
	there was once dreams there
His cranium lies bloody
	there was once love there
Love he wasn't ashamed of
	so he kissed another man

In ten minutes
	affection becomes death

I wrote a poem about it
	it's not artistic or grand
It's not at all abstract
	it's only as raw and cold
	and empty and meaningless
	as their hate
And I really really hope
	it hurts as much to read

For the first time in eight years
	I cried last night
And I want to claw out all eyes with my fingers
	the eyes which don't cry

I kissed another man today
	when is it my turn to die?