My MIT Seniors

The friends of fire and fire of friends
See no need for me to make amends
For who I am and who I pretend
To be, no matter who it offends
The darting eyes and darting lies
Are deflected by friends with the element of surprise
On their ever-winning original side
And I need no disguise
Warm hugs hugged with hips
Tingle the tips of my fingertips
I'm making exciting and loving friendships
With boys who love girls but don't expect benefits
Simply right in tune,
Honesty for once in a sequestered moon,
Is it too soon
To call them brothers?

The End

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