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humanity, life, love, Love Between Men, love for all, observations, poetry, truth
Recognizing Kinsman
I looked at his half smile. Fake to me. His eyes had a watery unfocused look. His words an unmistakeable lisp.
My kinsman.
He looked out. A transformed face. Our story. The pain.
Looking up at the sky, I was staring at him. Quietly staring at him.
I held his gaze.
So beautiful.
Holding hands.
It was then I realized the time of the stars.
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