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Aids
CB (May 3,1962 / United States)

Aids

Just now, Michael spoke
Not from courage
Nor from hope.
'I'm dying, ' he says
'I'm dying of a disease
That has no cure.'
The people clap
For his bravery,
Like a bloodied hunter
Standing next to his corpse.
And his willingness
To share what
Ails him
But no one kisses
Him in the darkness
Nor brings him
Home to love.

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