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Phoenix
A poem
What does it mean to be a man?
A million books will tell you.
Hell, I am one.
Oughtn’t I to know?
It’s when you start believing yourself one,
that the world really lets you have it.
It strips you to your socks,
The ones with your big toe hanging out.
But maybe that’s the point,
All of this “rising from the ashes.”
God Damn Pheonixes.
I say good riddance.
Let me eat what I kill.
Im fucking starving.







