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Jul 2014
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I don't want to go to sleep

Weeks that stretch to the ends of forever

Because sleeping is weak

Never stopping weeping with the weather

And although I am that epitamy

Lost in the tangles in equal measures

I've been weak for weeks and weeks and weeks
Amara Pendergraft 2014
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
(27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden)   
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