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Aug 2015
We ride down streets I don't know
With Spanish rock on the stereo

The street lamps are strange shades
I close my eyes as everything fades

I think of all the things I want to be
All the women I could see

You can call me before I go to sleep
And I'll listen to your voice through my dreams
Amara Pendergraft
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
(27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden)   
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