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Still cool
I'm still cool,
torn by destiny
that made me blue.
Why to pain,
and for whom,
when it isn't a worthy tool.
Time cut me
into pieces immeasurable,
and I rose like a toddler,
I still rose,
each time, with a power
of a thousand phoenixes.
Tuesday 2nd June 2020 4:54 pm
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