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Dec 2018
Every morning my unborn mind awakens
TO smell change in air
TO expand breath
TO ride bronco of light.

It cries to be free from ego
It yearns to move in harmony.
My baby child calls
for source to fill her cup
WITH god’s energy
WITH dreams
WITH my own awakening of self.
GOT A CD  WITH WORDS ON IT OF UNBORN MIND THE CD WASN'T GREAT BUT I GOT A POEM LOL
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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