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May 2019
Stirring
it may all be a false alarm,
but there was a stirring—
something born, very faintly
warmed by simplicity—
a whisper of God,
practically automatic.
like breathing.
4/29/19
Written by
Natalie  17/Non-binary
(17/Non-binary)   
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   Khoisan
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