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I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
– Sylvia Plath

Every time I read poems by Sylvia Plath there are contrary feelings inside me – weakness and power. I believe that to live a kind of balance is needed. Including this between weakness and power.

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