Firebird

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Stone gaze, sharp sight,

Blue eyes zero in,

Peeling back layer by layer

Of your mask.

If you took the time,

To pluck feather by feather,

The red sheen blinding your eyes like

Fire,

You would find a vulnerable soft mass,

Of skin and burned bones.

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