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The Conscience

The Conscience

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A crowd seemed near,

But nothing was there.

A din came closer

But it didn't hover.


A panic sight glow,

So I stopped to blow.

A hope bloomed in heart

But never got exert.


Yet being a theist;

I grew up as a feminist.


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