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Oct 2012
To be candid.
Serendipitous?
No.
Tonight,
Is a late night
It's a sad night.
I'm sad,
I'm increasingly so
I'm devastatingly so.
And no one knows,
I can't say
I wouldn't say.
The things that make this happen,
It's just me
This has always been me.
Late nights with only words,
They toss and turn
And I toss and turn with them.
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
(27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden)   
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   Brandon Webb
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