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Feb 2013
It was like breathing oxygen
For the very first time
Or being dead
And being revived
It was an awakening
Of my soul

Listening to words
As they glide into my ears
The atmosphere permeating my skin and warming the inner depths
Of the frozen areas of my soul
It was spoken music
It was
Poetry
Child of the Word
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Child of the Word
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