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Breathing Ground for Phoenixes

There are baby phoenixes burning inside my lungs. They want to grow into their deaths and fiery unabated splendor, want to consume the ash-cake coronating their birth-days, which matches abolition to symmetry. I am being asked, no forced to open … Continue reading

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