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Apr 2017
Red
Always red
Carry-on red
Blood shot eyes red
Five in the morning red;
The sheets on your bed
Your cheeks when we brush
Our hands when they touch
Your nose in the cold
This is how I know I am home.
ren
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ren  20/F
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   Violet Crandall
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