Phoenix Like An Evergreen Thorn
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Mark Heathcote
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In a country's native to her thighs
An eastern promise no doubt defies
The building of straw weeping eyes
The cradling of ageless goodbyes
In their citadels of golden flower
Infants marshal from their bower
Tormentors they still not yet born
Phoenix; like an evergreen thorn.
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