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Burn


Amber Gentry

I touched
And I felt
Left out / defeated
Don’t treat these
Cuts and bruises
Leave me here
Scars don’t mean
Harsh marks
And maybe these burns
Are the only proof I have
To prove that I was there

These teenage girls with nimble fingers
Attract dark wolves
Kisses feel like whispers

A private thought
Another lie
In shoebox homes
Tied up in twine.

I fell
Apart
And feel
Departed
No hope
No love
Just another false promise
From the cloudy skies above

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