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Nov 2012
Appealing to your sense of sound.
Tingling accusations tossed around.

Appealing to your sense of touch.
Fingers fumble, unable to do much.

Appealing to your sense of taste.
Tongues dancing all round the place.

Appealing to your sense of sight.
Fill your faces with hints of delight.
© Amara Pendergraft 2012
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
(27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden)   
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