The phoenix dying
Coughing
Sputtering
Trapped
Fading fast
She comes to me.
She sets a flame with a glance
A smile
A touch
And I
Am
Reborn.
Coughing
Sputtering
Trapped
Fading fast
She comes to me.
She sets a flame with a glance
A smile
A touch
And I
Am
Reborn.
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In other words: This Is You
however, the hamptons must turn out better people than here... everyone here is in it for themselves (ok not everyone, but a majority)
cynical: believing the worst of human nature and motives; having a sneering disbelief in e.g. selflessness of others
this is me.