Ideally…
He was a christian boy
Of good taste
And upbringing
Sort of salty
On a time
In a way that was
Unbidden
And colored by nothing
Wrought by wanting
To be redeemed
Of sins never even committed
And so he never was one
To find himself lost in a bottle
He was more likely to get lost
In meaningful cinema
And think that it’s profundity
Was more true than the tale
Of his lover’s experiences
And that was why
Everything I thought
Would be right
Wasn’t
Sympathy is not
Empathy
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