Phoenix

I took out the crisp orange bedsheet

And began unfolding when suddenly 

Your lighter fell out on the floor 

And I stooped to pick it up but couldn't. 

 

I stooped to pick it up but couldn't. 

So, I kicked hard and slept;

Knowing that I have your lighter under my bed. 

Tonight you may burn me once again;

Tomorrow I will rise from the ashes. 

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