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Witness of Love
About witnessing two gay interracial lovers holding hands on the NYC bus.
There is a thin line
between love and hate
it can get
real bad
real quick
if you’re not authentic and don’t communicate.
……
Their faces lit up when I said to them:
That’s really beautiful, you’re holding him real close, like you don’t want to let him get away. I’m a photographer, and I lost my camera, but if I had it, I would’ve loved to take a picture of your ebony and ivory hands.
Because It says it all.
I don't know what that is
but it looks good.
Sigh…
I remember those days.
Right now, I hate his guts.
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