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Dec 2012
Sitting outside of Ulta,
A make up store.
Waiting for Brooklyn,
To get done borrowing
Some samples.
The lights in there,
They are very very bright,
And it makes me uncomfortable.
That's why I'm just waiting.
Out here, not in there.
When will I not be so
Ruled by my anxieties?
© 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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