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Feb 2017
There was something in that moment
It sparked the light of day
Momentum built
And built and built
And suddenly a flame:

A flame of warmth and kindness
Or a flame to burn us down?
A flame is just a flame
We have power now.

I listened for an answer
The wind it whistled by,
I threw the fire in the air
Swallowed hole by sky

And I captured in the moment
Power is a myth
For the insecure and the incompetent
Clodagh O'Sullivan
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Clodagh O'Sullivan
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