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Phoenix It's time for her to die. I know, because I can see the rage, The constant pain in her eyes. Something in me Wants to hang on And not let her go. But I can't let this want Stop the hands of nature Nor heap greater cruelty upon her. I've let her linger for Far too long, as it is, Hoping for a recovery that will never come. Some may mourn her passing. More than I can possibly know. But many more will not. They never saw, will never see, the reinventions, The tiny deaths and resurrections That mar the timeline of her existence. But I have borne them all. Loved them all. Mourned them all. This death will be no different -- To stop the beating of a broken heart, And let her rest for a time. But she'll be back, Or something like her. Only you may not recognize her. But I will.
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