Bird with feathers of fire, phoenix metronome,
bursts on the edges of the atmosphere.
Crumbling to dust, ash and powdery bones,
fore a chance never truly appears.
A velleity is made at her shooting tomb,
deities will not honor this wish I fear.
Her diary, her historical tome,
inferno makes disappear.
She was never here.
Heart and spear
Arrow flange
Beak tip
Cupid
Supernova shot in the dark
Earth...
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