A Phoenix Burnt by the Fire.
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1 min readMay 2, 2018
Carelessly letting life drift and twirl
A porcelain mask made from lies
Lips held stiff in an upwards curl
Poor thing, empty eyes revealed all inside
A phoenix burnt by its passion’s fire
Found a cold heart relieved its pain
Numbness craved as sole desire
No purer love than for white cocaine