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Jun 2016
He is a Fire,
Burning so warm,
That each struggling passerby
Cannot help but rush to his
Glowing embers in refuge

I am harrowing my fear
And feeding my courage,
So I might be a spark of His fire,
Living in His warmth,
Adding to the shelter that may save somebody.
ren
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ren  20/F
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