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She ran to Daddy when the Phoenix didn’t rise,

Lazarus’ driving breath sweetly lingering still. 

Tulips for a boldfaced type and

blooming skirts,

Our eyes and expressions on a water diet 

but continue growing till they burst 

springing forth a hive mind. 

Writing the world an effigy

in bells resounding, 

loves high chord gone dark

leaving shadows to cry after

the perfection terrible.

Always a soulful child

[too pure is the pill 

killing thinly]

with aerial views of bluest skies 

resembling the moon,

boring as eternity has been and

marble-heavy.