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04/29/23 at 10:53PM
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Poetry
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The Phoenix rose,
from ashes cold,
after self-destructing,
as Fables told.
Resurrection, anew of
a life consumed by fire,
in a self-built
funeral pyre.
Once again, he lives,
to help those in need.
An act of love,
or a fulfilled deed?
