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Oct 2012
Times been tough on you
Oooohhhh I know it
I can tell
The milky stains
In your eyes
They know too
They know more
Than I do
The air picks
Apart your skin
The spots on
Your bird bone
Hands tell more
Than a thousand
Words ever could
The color ******
Out of your hair,
Lost altogether
The pigments are forgotten.
Beauty.
August
Written by
August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
(27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden)   
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   Jerry and Jason Drury
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