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Oct 2013
Finally came out of the closet

His eyes look less haunted

I’ve known for years

Tried to ease his fears

He’s making bad choices

Speaking with a new voice

I’m hoping this is just a phase

Meeting guys down laneways

Came home with a swollen lip

Bruised from his neck to his hip

He’s so much better than that

I’d **** for him at the drop of a hat
Written by
Susan O'Reilly  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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