
| it's called different
Author: Anarchist Poet haha i don't know what this is. different from my usual stuff, more me trying and failing at being "poetic" or something.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 64 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 10-20-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2586279
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He comes crying home
because he is different.
There are
ways to "organize"
people?
race sex class age
Personality.
He is always afraid
of what others might think
if he happens to say
This
or do
This.
He's there
and they are one way.
He leaves, and they
change.
But he
Loves him
for real.
And that is
better
than what he thought.
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