Reborn

He looked at the world with the innocent eyes, a new born baby. Out of the ashtray where he died. No. Died is the wrong word. He could not describe what it was.

He had thought he knew what it was like to be free. To sing and fly.

In that fire, he was a single soul, without a body.

That was not dying. In that moment he had lived. A phoenix. Immortal.

Phoenix

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