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That fire, they said, was red as red as redas red as a fox, your lips, a cherry;that fire, they said spread and spread and spread,faster than a cheetah or a nasty rumour;
Forest could keep secretsForest could keep secrets
I am a crocodile who lost my smile in the turbulent waters of the Nile.When I was very small, trapped inside my crocodile egg,
When I was bornI was a familiar,a black cat, Satan’s favourite form.
Next life – I was in a roomyou couldn’t swing a cat in.Outside it was raining cats and dogs.