Each day,
I make your
Effigies.
And
Burn them
By night.
From the
Ashes,
You're born
Again,
By dawn.
...
Phoenix is
A bird that's
Born out of
Love.
And burnt
In loss.
About the
Prison
It cycles in,
It doesn't
Know at all.
...
I think
That's how
I'm losing
Each day...
Hope in
A prison,
Is not good
After all.
..
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