i n h a l e
e x h a l e
Flow, it does
Through thirsty veins-
Strands of hair
Whipping my face-
s t i n g i n g
b u r n i n g
Winding through my being
Refreshing my stale thoughts-
As the wind howls
Stanzas begin to form-
They take the shape of my past
Another piece of my life-
w r i t t e n
r e v e a l e d
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