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Jan 2014
My body is tainted foul from falling so sadly low.

All of my institutions are cold ones calling my name.

I'm a hollowed shell followed by my sloping shadow.

All the people calling from the hall laugh at my shame.
Amara Pendergraft 2014
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
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