+ Art of the Phoenix Flower: Phase Nine +
Crawling out and uncoiling
From the cringing I've been doing
The Flames don't hurt
And with ashes it burns
It looks me in the eye again
As if it had known all along
I linger on the time I've spent
And how I came out strong
Into its eyes I stare deeply
And my story pours out quickly
Fire crawls to my feet
But I dare not move an inch
Lies begin to fade away
Realizing the things I have made
There is nothing more here
Unless I jump in again
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