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Dec 2013
You sway a bit as you struggle to hold onto the match in your hands.
Refusing to meet my eyes as you strike it and lay it down.
Together we watch the flames begin to grow
Inching their way across
Our bridge.
My hands stay tied behind my back
As you disappear in smoke.
And the last words you hear me whisper:
"are you sure?"
Alice Baker
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Alice Baker
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