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Aug 2014
The white pages, they taunt me
Haunt me
Empty canvas stripped of colour
Somehow duller
And I'm dimmer too for that
A fading glimmer
Each line shakes as I run away
Disappearing yesterdays
The heat hardens my fingertips
Faucets drip
Grasping at thin red strings
My aching heart
Cannot sing
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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