Like a delicate kitten,
New born and dependent,
I turn to the teat of these words,
Pleased as the nourish my soul,
Longing for a taste of surrender,
As my sixth sense kicks into overdrive,
Like a phoenix in flight,
Fire in the clouds,
So I whisper;
Rebirth!
SDM
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