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Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Phoenix
Come
play with me
I'm burning off
the dross
leaving it behind
in ashes
from them, I rise
again, fiery
a desert wind
scent of spice
kicking up dust
playfully
under a cool moon
while an owl
calmly looks on
more wise
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