Boys they flicker
like a dying star...
they could be there but they were gone long ago
their glow lingers more.
for a thousand years you never see them fade
even after death.
and love them we will until my dying day.
each of you my child, my Jesus, and my Lucifer.
my Quincy, my rapist, my juniper
my liquid vision is something so grand that i remember your faces
with fierce neglect because each a memory, each a fear, each a feeling each an orgasm.
and every day I die, and every day I love.
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