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Jan 21
The wind burn remained
like a blush stain
on Sunday
then went on its merry way

I hope the bruise on my knee
doesn't fade
until she thinks of me
says my name
and I come running through the rain
Adaley June
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Adaley June  33/F/Adaland
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