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Jul 2015
When shapes begin to form,
and limbs regain their feeling.
When you're conscience of your breath
and the thoughts that you are thinking.
Before the dreams all fade away,
and the harsh light floods your eyes.
That moment when you're not quite sure
If you truly are alive.
Jacey Hale
Written by
Jacey Hale  charlotte, nc
(charlotte, nc)   
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   GaryFairy and Kelley A Vinal
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