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Jun 2015
So many things have happened since I last spoke
I've been flickering in and out of vision
Like someone with a box of matches
On a windy day

Instead of attempting to let oxygen relieve me,
I'm suffocated by the incessant smoking
But burn as I may, I only can become
A pile of ashes
Amara Pendergraft 2015
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
(27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden)   
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