right when i think
i've risen from the ashes,
the phantom of flames
dance around my chest
and set my heart on fire
all over again.
(over again)
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i think too much
Poetrywhen i was seven i couldn't wait to be seventeen. now i just want it to end. h © 2018
five
right when i think
i've risen from the ashes,
the phantom of flames
dance around my chest
and set my heart on fire
all over again.
(over again)
