The secret of my hibiscus is red
She wants me to live in flames
She says to practice her intensity
She has overcome the dead
Her leaves are her many lives
The things she loved and left behind
Out of my one bloom she says
I've carved a thousand seeds
And even if only mysteriously
A few come back to thrive
I will be content she says
With a look of sorrow on her face
The secret of red is my hibiscus
She rushes through my blood
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