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Oct 2012
There you were. To brighten my day.
To trace my skin and bring the light into my eyes.
No God could do this. God is dead.
Desensitized and diffused.
He's not there, he's not real.
But you are. You are solid.
And soulful.
And beautiful.
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
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