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Apr 2014
I will give you bruises on your body made of pleasure, not of pain.

With nothing but the stars to guide us on our empty ways.

We have been running through the woods like animals we truly are.

In the moon light I am tracing your violet skin that I marred.
Amara Pendergraft 2014
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
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