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A crime was commited. No one knew about it. No one suspected a thing. It could go unnoticed. The only way anyone could become aware of the crime? The criminal's conscious.
I stared at the drag queen walking by as my friends and I started to shout curses and calling it a faggot. It may have not been a federal crime to be gay but it was not approved of in the bible, and because of that it wasnâ€™t approved of by a majority of the people in my town, including...
the truth and thoughs of all true love
Poetry | Updated Feb 1, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2