Back-street Christ

(speaking to the youth in your city)

"No, it's not too late to walkto where no hands, no lies abuse— to wander openly, to talkof hopes to free, of fears to lose.

"I am the searching back-street Christ.Your ageless worth was never shapedto perish in a moment's lust:your secret beauty can't be raped.

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