If I had my way
I would die unloved, alone
and young
I would die with no love in my heart
no poison on my tongue
nothing left
but a dry human husk.
That is my metamorphosis.
Pheonix
could I be like you?
To arise, ashen-hearted
from my embers?
To last amidst
that great agony--
love--
and let love die?
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