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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Pheonix

Her fire is addicitive
She burns like a pheonix
Consuming everything with her touch
For so long she hid
Afraid the world would mock her
Again
In the aftermath of wreckage
She found that spark
The light that makes life
The world go around
So she shines
Brighter than the noon day sun
Never again will her heart be dependant
On just one

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