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Christina Fox Jan 2014
How can I describe
How much I miss the curves of
Your hand, arms, lips, eyes?
Christina Fox Jan 2014
Like a bright phoenix,
Up from the ashes I climb.
Reborn, I am free.
Christina Fox Jan 2014
She takes a deep breath,
like waves lapping the shoreline;
calmly, in and out.

— The End —