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The gay men pass,
Underneath the streetlights on High
As the bus goes by,
Racing to beat
The fleeting hands of time,
And we all stop to watch
A woman beat her drum,
Before going quickly on our way,
I am doing best to be moving forward,
Don’t want you to catch me looking back.
At Gallery Hop you said I am
Too far off the beaten path
I thought that was what you liked.
I watched you watching the men
Who wait upon street side shores.
Waiting for the perfect catch.
Lost on High
I am left wondering why.
Eric, 20
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