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The Breeder
When the heat was right
And your yellow glow, cool
DNA smashed in genes
With those 'Anvil Sparks'
But then you turned red
Shorn in white streaks
Flowered to my joy
With 'Careless Love'
Did I pluck you then?
Now as white petals
You desire to bleed
Like a dark veined rose?
let me give pleasure
To steal your sorrow
And color you bright
Under the blue skies:
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