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Nov 2021
fear holds no candle
to the cooling night of truth
which overwhelms the blinded eyes
and - in its own reflective way - shines through

this moonlight is my own steadfast renewed
sometimes I feel called to speak - it's not often, but it happens
Colm
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Colm
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