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RED

Red like the sunburns and the fire ants that shot their sting through a little girl  playing in her backyard. 

Red like the rocks and the paint I used to show off my favorite vacations of an arch and a sunset.

Red like the blood that shoots through an embarrassed girl when she says what she feels out loud and smiles at a blushing boy ​like a fool. 

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