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Monday, 6 April 2015

Day 6

I am the dragon, stone-skinned,
wound,
around half-hidden spires.
I am dragonfire, gleaming,
under lidded eyes,
on whispered tongue,
in hidden heart.
I am the phoenix,
launched on dragonfire,
ablaze
against the dark.

Dragons drift in slumber,
unseen, unheard.
The phoenix is ever reborn.

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