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Still the ghost laughs

Beware queer child

Before the door flung wide

Revealed, reviled

Verdict lying in wait, waiting

All this time

Hate, hating what they cannot define

nor dismiss

The open space between what’s mapped and what exists

You live on the cusp of it

Wearing masks

One day they’ll come

And you’ll be dragged away in chains when it’s done.

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