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May 24
Her whispers:
Puts my mind at ease,
Cusping my shoulders,
With Her gentle breeze,
Removing a boulder.

O, Wind,
Come again,
In need of reprieve, sweep me.
Come again,
O, Wind,
I need relief.
While I mowed the lawn, the gusts of wind spared me from misery.
Written by
Carlos Iglesias  30/M
(30/M)   
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   Riz Mack and Jeremy Betts
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