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<font face="Arial"> She seared an image in my mind that I cannot expunge. My heart begins to race with the right words. Escaping. Leaving me plain & not worth a conversation. A Complication. I cannot figure it out. It has been 3 years. I have known Scarlet Leather. I. Am. Still. Cemented roots within the Earth & vines have crept within the pockets of my frayed jeans. Still I wonder if I could treat her better. That Scarlet Leather. Seeming to not want to let me in. I cannot be a friend. </font>