Over & Over Again

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The creative sting seems to have lost, 
I am digging myself into things blain, 
But there you come, like a roar of fire, 
and i am left high and dry. 

While all slumber into sleep deep, 
you snatch me away from here. 
While being carried away, 
I know i will be crash landing again. 

The unceasing streak lets me fly away with you, 
for solace which I rarely expect to find. 
The spell cast in the still air of this midnight glow, 
forces me to be the phoenix. 

In morning I will rise from the ashes, 
The ashes of my burnt-out solitude, 
Only to find myself on the same stand, 
awaiting to burn over again. 
At midnight. 
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