All life burns,

From the cinders you rise.

Storms and clouds churn,

Your rebirth a prize.

Phoenix from this ash and dust,

I brought you back.

This magic I do trust,

Your soul I did track.

I begged the heavens,

For your return.

My luck is all sevens,

When will it be my turn?

You will see this life,

In spirit and magic.

Seeing the strife,

Hope and all things tragic.

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Love you R

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🖤