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The beautiful breaker of code slowed down to take his boots off.

We met him and walked together, shared a cab, and some time.

He was harassed for being different.  For being beautiful.  For being full of self love.

He scared them.  He scared the sheep and the zombies; the ones who mingled between the dead and the undead.

He was beautiful.  One of the most beautiful men I had ever seen.

He was not from here.  This time or place.  He would be punished for remaining here.

You see, he missed the space ship that left him behind.  I was supposed to be on that space ship.

I tried to help.  I tried to change their minds but it was useless. 

They were so afraid and so angry that their place on Queen Street was awakened and beautified.