When the World Was Jonathan Booker When the World Was ours: we were the supreme he was the greatest gift of My queer life I used to think he was light of great beam we battled via My toil and strife When the World Was at war: we did not dance he held himself and I down to sadness void of Other’s love, I was in a trance I fell deep into a state of madness When the World Was healing: he returned back orange-ish appearance, meant temperance the leash on his neck, pacified attack his gifts I indulge without hindrance When the World will soon be ours: hope to share My world with Him, obsessions He won’t bear.
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