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A poem about the sense of awareness.


A Sense
Of something coming
Mixed up mashed up bits
Of foresight and sound
Tension straining
To explain would only
Smash up the blips
Of what makes sense

Six Pence
Pocketful of chink’n change
Listen — a tink! 
In the clatter
Silver edges
Ring in ears
Whose eyes follow

by Kailey Ann

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