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Jan 2020
If left to my own ...
Fine devices
ALONE

Without anything ...
But conflict
FELT

I will not shine bright ...
Or glow by candle
LIGHT

But blow out the fire
Of hopefulness
COLD
...
I'm so negative sometimes. Unkind to myself.
Colm
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Colm
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