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HIDE AND SEEK
Our creviced, cracked, and capricious skin is stunning.
Though we bleed the same red as everyone,
our veins (strong and supple) cris-cross like the etched tracks of the Underground Railroad,
while our blood (warm and resilient) purely drips with read memories of an unforgettable past
I remember the good old days
observing the eminent ways the golden sun kissed the aqua-tinted ocean at a morning’s dew,
while lying in pink-encrusted sand under gracious palm trees which avails the winds cadence to ensue."
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