I Dream of Blood Roses

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In my most repugnant dreams;

Below a soiree of stars;

One can hear the symphonies of humming insects;

Harmonized in elegant cacophony;

With the beating of a galvanized heart;

Madly pumping,

Creating a hemorrhage of love---

Producing a Red Rain---

Watering the Blood Roses---

Forming a polished scab---

And slowly mutating into a grand bulging chrysalis;

Until with a cynical epiphany;

I awake.

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