When the Wind Filled the Lungs
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Last published Tue, Dec 9, 2025
Poetry by May
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When the Wind Filled the Lungs
When the Water Whispered the Mind
When the Earth Secured the Bones
When the Fire Burned the Heart
When the Spirit Touched the Soul
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