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Apr 2013
It's funny,
Ever since I met you,
My bed feels so empty.
And I'm laying here,
In an oversized shirt,
And nothing else.
Smelling of soap and skin.
Wishing to taste your lips.
To rub my cheek against yours.
Breathe in every breath you take.
And I've never even seen your face.

*The Dusk
© Amara Pendergraft
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
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