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Nov 2019
consciousness
we try to recognize the hands that lended it to us
and fear the day when we must return it
but we forget to cherish it, the sacred gift

how could we think, feel, and love without it?
it defines for us what it means to be human
what it means to be alive
Written by
Emma Nicole  Kansas
(Kansas)   
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