Photo by rawpixel. To me you were never the hate crime you were darkness in the fracture of snowflakes, a man who loved a man who was white as a slave ship mast. To me you were always the love crime who melted in his white frame like blood into pure snow. I thought of you last night when a robin drank from a stone angel. Man I never knew, I loved your death, the flowers of fibula that covered your bludgeoned face your beautiful face which conquered twenty-two blows of two men. To me you were never the hate crime, You were the eye-white snow that saw you and closed your eyes. Tonight I will kiss my brother on the lips and draw him closer than breath.

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