Did I know you once?
Or was that just a masque,
Once worn, now discarded?
Reality ill suits you,
A face set in cold, hard lines.
I am unchanged,
Older, wiser, perhaps -
But still, at heart, the child you knew,
Craving your attention.
Denied, ever denied
By the bitterness of shared blood.
If man's love for man is such a taint
In your eyes
That hatred can be made a virtue,
Then better I am tainted!
Should I deny myself, my heart,
For your approval? No.
And so I cut you free.
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