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Hey Secret flower Go plant landmines on the Sun I will be waiting for you In the shadows of Aitken basin Holding pretentious roses, you so hate For being pompous and fake You will berate me for Not getting you onion flowers, So rare , almost vintage You will say, Before we go on a date To shrines of old loves and dead doves, we shall sip on lipstick stained water while you take your revenge on bland Pistachios mixed 

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