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Blunt ashtray Phoenixes
Smoke cascades
out of her nostrils
like some sort
of oriental dragon
and my sight
is blocked
by her speckled
breath
as she looms
out to kiss me
and
i was born again
Like a phoenix
out of the ashes
of the ash tray
but one
tires
of having to die
twice a day
in order
to live their
life astray
out of her nostrils
like some sort
of oriental dragon
and my sight
is blocked
by her speckled
breath
as she looms
out to kiss me
and
i was born again
Like a phoenix
out of the ashes
of the ash tray
but one
tires
of having to die
twice a day
in order
to live their
life astray
Published 10th Feb 2013
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