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Apr 2019
while orange and pink turned
dark and blue
the two young sat together
on the hill covered in flowers

the wind, now cooler on their skin,
carried a faint cherry smell
the two young exchanged words
that were just now set free

on this spring almost summer night
where there was no thunder in sight
the two young felt something bloom
as they each left their private room
Jac
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