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O beautiful blooming Rose
with your dripping red petals,
graceful green leaves,
and fragrant, lustrous smell.
Take my blood with those lips.
Taste it with that tongue.
Moisten that throat.
Then wither, scatter.
And then the rose will be pregnant with destruction.
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