Birth
Posted on February 7, 2019
by Arsenio Franklin
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No sounds
No sights remembered
But everything I am stems from that day
An amalgamation of atoms and cells
From the love of two parents
And the womb of one
One’s birth is as foreign as the dinosaurs
Knowledge coming from stories
Fossils and relics
Perfectly preserved footprints
In the dirt or a baby book
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