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Mar 2013
I haven't kissed anyone in so long.
I might just evaporate from the sheer

Standing on tiptoes, touching noses
Palms pressing hard against palms as they

I'm falling into tiny fragmented pieces
And you are picking at the edges, playing with the

And then you vanish into thin air
My hands empty, once full of this

I crumple like paper to the floor
Little tree branch fingers twisted into

Tears so blue they flood the room
I'm washed away, waves reminding me of what I
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
(27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden)   
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