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Dec 2018
How we wander in wonder...
Some more daring to take a plunder
My breathe is my existential food
My emotional being is my attitude
I am alive to exist
Be it in sunlight or an abyss
The blood pumps through my veins
In a unison beat to the feet that treck the soils and the street
Informal to societal standard
All voices were meant to be heard
Written by
Nikelle Bianca Redwood  F
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