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Busan, November 2015

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Blending into the evening sky and rekindling the night
Busan, November 2015
A Red rose is blooming
In my garden
Whenever my body complains
I relieve the craving with my hands
When my lips flourish with fire
I put their red hands
On the boys innocent skin
And a red rose is blooming
In my garden
When clocks come to life
A purple flower boy
Will knock on the door
A black cat will rise
From a grave of night
And creep across the floor
Pictures in the hall
As if in deadly trance
Out of the frames will fall
When a young girl will give
Her last human scream
Within my garden walls
Red flower of the dark
On her lovely neck
Will conquer bounds of time
Sweet scent makes me up
When all my roses blooming
In this garden of mine
I'm pretty sure this song is about female sexuality and how people define women by their sexuality, but at the same time, how women are shamed, policed and controlled, just for having a female body. it's about a girl going through puberty, waking up to her own desires, and realizing that she's being defined by them by other people, being shamed, feeling hated
Not feeling like she is even a person
*her last human scream*
And enjoying her new desires
*lips flourish with fire*
*I relieve the craving with my hands*
And how men aren't judged for their sexuality like women are
*I put their red hands on a boy's innocent skin*
*a purple flower boy will knock on the door*
How women are 'witches' if they don't conform
*A black cat will rise, from a grave at night, and creep across the floor*
A woman being defined by how old she is, how that is tied to her sexuality and desirability and thus her worth
*when clocks come to life*
It's probably one of my favorite songs of all time
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