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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