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To die of fire and born of ashes how strange it must be to be destroyed by that which creates you of course a woman is rendered as herself by the ideas within her head and decimated by her own thoughts and a man is rendered as himself by the beating of his heart and dismantled by his heated blood though neither man nor woman return from their destruction I wonder if the death of the fire bird is painful does it know it will be reborn? would this lessen the pain? I would envy a man who was reborn again and again but not a man who thought he died every time
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC
The Phoenix
To die of fire and born of ashes how strange it must be to be destroyed by that which creates you of course a woman is rendered as herself by the ideas within her head and decimated by her own thoughts and a man is rendered as himself by the beating of his heart and dismantled by his heated blood though neither man nor woman return from their destruction I wonder if the death of the fire bird is painful does it know it will be reborn? would this lessen the pain? I would envy a man who was reborn again and again but not a man who thought he died every time
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC
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