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Conscious

As much myself i am, i watch him close,
Sometimes familiar, yet others unknown,
The unknown is the essence, but also the fear,
For every last part is mine to bare,

The unknown is precious and dangerous the same
As other unknowns are awaiting its name,
The gift is for him but the burden is mine
I will gift my unknown with the best i can find

consciousness

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