he one without a title

I have a secret.

I have a phoenix heart.

So many times it has been struck through the heart.

But it comes back, ever and ever, lighting the way unto my life with the pure power of creation.

But another secret…

Sitting before the furnace that lays dead and broken…

I don’t believe.

I don’t believe anymore.

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