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Oct 2012
He let her go among the wreck.
Loosening the ribbon around her neck.
She danced around the burnt down towers.
Turning ash and rubble into flowers.
She sang a song, a catching tune.
Her lovely scent drove away the corpses’ fumes.
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
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