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May 2020
My lungs bent the air
Making my breath come and go
The blood in my veins runs like water
My heart bent it through my body
My bones stand like stone
They bend my knees to the ground
The fires of my mind burn bright
In imagination I've made the sky.
Written by
Jena T  30/F/Germany
(30/F/Germany)   
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