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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;
I feel it, first as a stir,turning deep in the murky water.Surfaces up for air, a twitchon the lake in my head.A flip, and it disappears.
The biggest berries are in the centreof a tunnel of thorny bushes.A shark gaping wide,promising not to nip.
I am in a forest;My brothers will never find me here.Over my head is a green umbrella;I feel the earth under my bare feet.
Spring is baby,bright, fresh and new,gurgling with the melting snow,singing with the first cuckoo.
A plant called loveA plant called hate
I grew them both in my garden.The plant called love was hard work.