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Fire I touched it jokingly., I lit it without loving it. But when I saw the bright flame, I was horrified, always deader than a stone. And he wanted to run as soon as possible — And he couldn't.Trembling and numb, The fire grew, glistening, He was trembling, whistling slightly, He flashed with the agility of a snake, Faster and faster He showed me the faces of fabulous animals.With the smoke beating in the way, Multiplying in content, He towered over me and over her.Full of flashes and shadows, Evenly, relentlessly A devastating fire was growing. To me, he was a brilliant frame, he appeared in it as a burning drama, And criminally Together with her, I glowed in the rapid glare of a smoky spell.

I'm afraid of people... I have to show myself strong, defiant. But all the time I want to run home , close all the doors and windows . Shut myself off from everyone and just know that I'm safe. That no one would come to me and start talking to me .