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Phoen-ix : Writing

Cell mate.

Cell mate.

A Poem by Phoen-ix


The taste of forgiveness is sweet, but so is lobotomy.Sincere apologies aren't always genuine and lately, the cards on the table just don't match up.W..
infatuation

infatuation

A Poem by Phoen-ix


You somehow thought I wasMade out ofAlligator skin andReptilian bloodYou somehow didn't findSad smiles and crooked teethA flaw
Ceilings.

Ceilings.

A Poem by Phoen-ix


The ceiling was as white as the christening gown you once wore as a baby. Or at least that was how you put it when you sat over in the corner, on a pl..

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