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Jan 2013
I wiped it off my sleeve
So you couldn't see it
I watered down the words
So that you couldn't read it
You mean much more to me
Than you even know
And it would be wrong of me
To let you see the things I have to show

So I let you go
And you'll never know
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
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