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May 2020
and every morning
I held my breath
honing the magic
of being alive

but this morning
stifled with tears
for I could breathe
and just be alive

now every morning
exhaling love
to those who breathe
yet oppress life
Written by
JAATC
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   MS Anjaan and Bogdan Dragos
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