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Dec 2012
No please,
Don't touch me
Not with your hands
And not with your eyes
I've practiced
Sitting in my rooms
For hours
Imagining that I could take it
To have someone
Touch my arm
Or brush their hand
Against my cheek
It makes me shiver
My blood run cold
At the possibility
Of it turning black
And poisoning everything
© Amara Pendergraft 2012
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
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