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your balmy hand close to my ruddy cheek
telling me stories about how we met
afternoons in the sun
waiting for the bus
taking us somewhere else
from others
pink flowers witnessed our first kiss
stolen from the crowd
“she’s mine!”
you shouted, and I blushed
my skin hot, sun-soaked
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