Phoenix
I took out the crisp orange bed sheet,
And began unfolding
When your lighter fell out on the floor.
I stooped to pick it up but couldn't.
I stooped to pick it up but couldn't.
So, I kicked it 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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Aha ЁЯШНЁЯШНЁЯШНЁЯШНЁЯШНЁЯШН
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