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When you cried, I learned what helplessness tastes like. Because all I could do was swallow.Penny Reid
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Does he give you zings in your things?Penny Reid
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Fire burns blue and hot. Its fair light blinds me not. Smell of smoke is satisfying, tastes nourishing to my tongue. I think fire ageless, never old, and yet no longer young. Morning coals are cool: daylight leaves me blind. I love the fire most because of what it leaves behind.Penny Reid