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Dec 2012
When I was little,
I used to light fireworks
Now I find myself,
Lighting cigarettes
And I'm developing
All of these bad habits
Your tongue is in her mouth
And you take photos
Go away
Happiness is meant for you
I think I'll just stay here.
© 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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