Red Dress

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The First Real Summer Day and I'm Stuck in Class
Her summer dress is red as a ripe September apple, a pink sunset dances upon her cheeks. I steal glances as she scrawls   rapidly, frantically, a diligent worker bee,
A Haiku
I wear a red dress; Bloodied from a long lost heel; I am now a woman.
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