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Apr 2015
Red,
Like a rose,
Or deeper,
Darker,
We all have it inside,
Flowing like a river,
Through our veins,
Some like to see it,
Some like to think
that it is never there,
But it is,
It is what keeps us
Alive
It is what keeps us
Breathing,
Without it,
There is no life,
There is nothing.
Julie Hermine
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Julie Hermine  Arizona
(Arizona)   
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