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A perfect sun
takes your one,
you hear a full grown man break down.
I said to him
“this is yours to waste,
yours to sing, yours to decay”.
New,
erased,
the palest blue across the lake.
Did you see the phoenix in flames?
Did you brush the ashes away?
Did you brave the burns of the cage?
Did you hear the silence today?
Was it only yesterday that you climbed my fragile frame?
How did you restore my faith?
New,
erased,
the palest blue across the lake.
The olive tree
surrounding me
the script, it pushes warm against me.
Did you see the phoenix in flames?
Did you brush the ashes away?
Did you brave the burns of the cage?
Did you hear the silence today?
New,
erased,
the palest blue across the lake.
I am new,
my heart: a womb,
a burden’s tomb
conceiving you.
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