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My rare strange friend, the lover of exotic colors, you made
A woman more than women, with your vision easily inflamed,
Distorting the proportions of your body, forging their shapes,
Till you were cracked in crevices, and craved to have them filled by man.
My banned wrong friend, who lived up in the tower -- eyes always down --
You filled your clefts and changed. You made a man more than the other men
Because you knew how to become a woman, and to desire
A man, your vision wounded by your ruthless mind, your trails astray.
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