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DICHOTOMY
Shades of purple and green.
Colors so neat and clean.
Unfolding to the sun.
A shape perfect and fun.
It beckons to come near.
To smell its sweet, green hair.
You reach out to touch it.
In pain you turn from it.
So pretty to the eye.
It holds its sword up high.
Source:aurea
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