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Although it was already burning….

She sat there within it all

Curled like a heap of hay waiting to be devoured by the flames

Red, orange, yellow and hot

10 billion degrees of pain and torture in Celsius

Because far in the night there was no red pill

Just blue

Blue storms, blue winds, blue skies

Pretty wings of blue-red flames

So, she burnt her own heart to magma

Hesitating

New hearts need new energies

First the hands, then her knees and up on her two feet

The fire built her

The real woman in the mirror.

You would come to know her as Phoenix

The fire hidden deep inside you, desiring to live and not just
survive.

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