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Jul 2013
Sip a lonely dosage.
Click the Bick.
Wear a lovely personage.
Ready the pressure.
Throat clenching.
Eyes forever.
Without you,
I'm turpentine.
Wasn't I clever.
Wasn't I?
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
(27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden)   
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