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Dark Phoenix

rising swelling

from ashes

long cold

removed from

the fire at

a place

undesired

by times

endless rage

once casting liquid

fire upon those that

lived death among the many

left to preserve terror for all

time and

she laughs

ripened and

sweetened

with the cries

of pain made by

those that

remain lame

for their

souls she

does claim

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