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Long-haired, slender and agile in the

full bloom of being adolescents:  they love the 

sky's stars (their bodies made of star-stuf; they

seek Christ's Kingdom (they know their souls are His);

both males, they love each other (designed by Him to do so),

without regard to societal disapproval).

Whether naked or clothed (with militant dislike of shoes),

they love each other:  Muses of Poetry, they are

smiled upon by each visible star.

I dedicate this poem and others like it to BlueShift, and in

his honor (I have loved him a long time), I call them Coerulescents.

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