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Red Dirt

She took the new-bloomed red, red roses

With a blushing smile.

Her heels dipped into the fresh brown, brown dirt,

Pointing to his toes.

The girl smelled the red

Red rose

One more time

The boy grasped her hand

As he placed the roses across their bodies

Master Night and flashing white, white

Light blanketed their

Thicketed meal from peeping eyes.

Barreling along the double yellow line

Hazy eyes and slippery hands drive the motion

The man nursed his aching head.

The car stumbled over the

Dry curve, disregarding that

Single

White, white line

The red, ripped pedals spilled from their

Cold bodies upon collision

Flowing into the brown, red dirt. 

All right, not everything in this poem is perfect but I'm ok with that.