She is melancholy, mysterious and meracious.
She is Lily.
She is simple and elegant in her loveliness.
She is Daisy

She is full bodied, sheathed in crimson.
She is Rose.

She is delicate, charged with scarlet sorrow.
She is Poppy.

I am not rare, remarkable or ambrosial.
I am familiar, fair and sometimes fortuitous.
I am Calluna vulgaris, ling, or simply

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