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Phoenix envelope

English poetry

Like the heat and smoke provides me a new born. hooked on the defined role, like pearls on a wire. Desperat fighting, the mask of torn.

Leaving the burned silhouet in the cabin, Unconsciously part off a lost game,
A member of the obituary brotherhood, Where only lost souls win.
I passed the country with the light of thousand stars, Close enough to sense its vibrance.

Light wawes brightend its gentle surface.
Beauty as a night emerald, got me in trance. Whispering messages like liquid from the pseudo bars. Beyond the sea of stars, i was to doped to see,
The night covering, the one equal to balance. May that star, be my guide to the terminal breath.

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