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Anna Marie
Poems
May 2015
Untitled
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 canβt seem to keep from burning bridges
and speaking singed words.
#self
#poetry
#thoughts
#random
#matches
#destructive
Written by
Anna Marie
New Mexico
(New Mexico)
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