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Oct 2012
What are all these disturbed fallacies
That taunt and tease at my ear drums
They dance around my brain
Piping little golden trumpets
Playing songs that move my body
In unknown wicked ways
They are never ceasing
Always hanging 'bout
I wish they would stop screaming
I wish they wouldn't shout
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
(27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden)   
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   BarelyABard, --- and Timothy
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