March 8, 2010
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I walked
hand in hand
With fire.
Then you came
And put it out
With a bucket of your finest water.

With very few words,
You came and pushed me on
So I could stop living this
Wistful life of mine

You too
Took my hand
And walked me down
A new bed of coals.*

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