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Feb 2013
I lit a cigarette to watch it burn down
Instead of filling my lungs with it slowly
The tendrils kept my thoughts at bay, for now
Fingers shook as my brain began to cloud
But smoke is always inescapable
Without putting it to my lips, I lost
Misery made me completely star-crossed
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
(27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden)   
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