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Her dress moved more wildly than a poppy field in the wind
I remember waking up feeling intoxicated by the smell of her hair
Her gentle touch on my shoulder was more than chemistry
We almost broke through each others skin at times when we hugged
She was a red poppy flower blown away by the wind
Red flower! Exploding! Red flower!
Exploding like laughter and screams of madness
I feel like my right rib was extracted from my fatigued body
Her white skin smelled like poppy tears and fragrant golden honey
Some days we made love on hillsides and wide open fields
Her screams were my life and we were two parts of the same body
She was bright red petals screaming in the furious wind
My own blood! Exploding! My own blood!
Exploding like a red poppy field ravished by her storm
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