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gust of wind swirl my dress
a tree snags my locks
rain pours through the trees
my makeup drips off
I kick off my flats for hikers
the storm is bigger than ever imagined,
I put on my hat and dont look back
I choose a dark blue raincoat of camaflage, theyll see me in lilac.

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