Once-yellow tractor Abandoned and forgotten caked with rust and time.
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Safe within my heart our secret burns like wildfire; sweet conflagration
Sky swollen and grey angry clouds threaten to burst like water balloons.
Blew through a stop sign. Red lights, sirens, no license. It’s butt-pucker time.
Snuck out last night to meet at our usual spot — for one last goodbye
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