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Jul 2014
NO MATTER WHO SAYS MY NAME THEY CAN NEVER GET THE SAME RING AS YOU USED TO WHENEVER YOU USED TO SAY MY NAME IT LITERALLY FELT AS IF MY BLOOD VESSELS WERE GOING TO BURST BECAUSE JUST KNOWING YOU WERE THINKING OF MY EXISTENCE FOR A SPLIT SECOND WHEN YOU SPAT MY NAME OUT OH SO BEAUTIFULLY OUT OF YOUR MOUTH WAS ENOUGH TO START A FIRE IN MY HEART AND NO ONE WILL EVER SAY MY NAME IN THE EXTRAORDINARILY EXQUISITE WAY THAT MY NAME WOULD ROLL OFF THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE
Anna Elizabeth Bailey
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Anna Elizabeth Bailey  Charleston, SC
(Charleston, SC)   
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   Isabel Jimenez
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