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epiphany
Break it up, roll it up, and light it up.
Break me down into a million pieces.
Sweep them in a pile.
Gather them in a tray.
Pack my soul into an empty shell.
Lay it flat and spread it out.
Roll me over so I can laugh in my grave.
Tightly gripped by the blanket of shadows, I find comfort.
But as the walls burn down, I'm greeted by light and warmth.
Risen like smoke, born from ashes, a Phoenix is given it's flight.
Break me down into a million pieces.
Sweep them in a pile.
Gather them in a tray.
Pack my soul into an empty shell.
Lay it flat and spread it out.
Roll me over so I can laugh in my grave.
Tightly gripped by the blanket of shadows, I find comfort.
But as the walls burn down, I'm greeted by light and warmth.
Risen like smoke, born from ashes, a Phoenix is given it's flight.
Published 29th Oct 2014
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