I need something new.
Something humble, but not gentle.
Kind, but not without strength.
Something rather impure.
Something distinct from Nothing,
although clearly derived from it.
Something I can hold in both hands,
and have it sting only a little.
Which, though beyond salvation,
will remain after light has faded,
like cinders on a dark plain.
Will you be that something for me?
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