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Red is the feeling you get when he says your name It’s the pulse he feels when he touches you It is the way your heart swells when he says he loves you Red is the way your mind is racing
There is a spray tan in the oval office.  I don’t want to hear from the Tangerine Man about his wall.  The word ‘them’ has a greater capacity to separate people than any wall. 
  They say             “It doesn’t happen here, we’re different.”   FLASHBACK TO A 5th grader on a bus, while they all gossip of the boys  
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