And I chose you, the one I was dancing with in New York. No shoes, looked up at the sky and it was maroon.
The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was maroon.
The mark they saw on my collarbone, the rush that grew between telephones, the lips I used to call home, so scarlet it was maroon.
~Maroon, Taylor Swift
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MAROON ▸ d. hale
FanfictionAs a First Lieutenant and a combat medic specialist in the army, 23 year old Marley McCall has seen her fair share of action. So as she finishes her second deployment overseas, a trip back home in order to recollect, rest, and visit with her family...
