a poem inspired by elynross' story, Hope Chest
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Nothing changes, my beamish boy,
God bless the rubber-soled shoe!
Does it offend your stoic grace? Liar!
We both know we are more
Duncan the Boyscout,
Don't you like my masks? Cynical,
You need to be scandalized. Believe me
You'd have ditched me long ago.
Like Cullen or Fitz, your good buddies,
You need my rumors. My sharp edges, my disdain.
My beautiful boy, and turn them,
In the furnace of that heart of yours,
Grant me release as I would give you