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May 2015
my fingers are like matches

because everything I touch turns to ash.

I swear my intentions are golden

and my goals are pure.

but I can’t seem to keep from burning bridges

and speaking singed words.
Anna Marie
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Anna Marie  New Mexico
(New Mexico)   
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