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Jun 2013
I don't know where I'm going.
                             are you drifting from me?


And I know where I would like to be.
                                                   the tide is coming in..


So, this is how it ends.
                      and now the water is at your feet.


Is this what drowning is like?
                                     the ocean is in your eyes, no turning back now..


I'll stand at the shore.
                     *but you are already floatimg away.
© Amara Pendegraft 2013
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
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