It breathes life into you,
makes your chest fall and rise rhythmically.
It creates your shape and curvature,
allows you to flow into countless minds and souls.
It is the faucet of your being,
the food to your hunger,
the water to your thirst.
It is who you are.
It is my pain.
It is my poem.
makes your chest fall and rise rhythmically.
It creates your shape and curvature,
allows you to flow into countless minds and souls.
It is the faucet of your being,
the food to your hunger,
the water to your thirst.
It is who you are.
It is my pain.
It is my poem.
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Dominicangirl
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