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Phoenicurus
how do you know
you’re a phoenix
when you’re born from ashes?
naked and fragile
fallen out of the sky
into a grey abyss
without the memory
of what you are
closer to death than life
what is left
when you’ve left
your past behind?
when your identity
has been plugged from you
like your feathers
nothing
nothing but silence
and darkness
only a spark
beyond the realm ...
Tuesday 23rd April 2024 6:29 pm
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