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Apr 2015
I wish to lie at your feet,
rest my head against
fleeting footprints.
I wish to touch your scars.
Look into my weeping eyes,
accept my love as true.
My bones are shaking.
My soul is burning
to follow the soft current
of your heart.
-
Anna
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Anna  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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