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Dec 2015
I looked outside and
The sky was on fire.
Not a vague omen,
But a promise

Of what is, what was
And what is to come.

I looked inside and
My soul was a pyre.
Not a funeral,
But sacrifice

Of what is, what was
And what is to come.
Roisin Sullivan
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Roisin Sullivan  F/United States
(F/United States)   
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