In this poem of 66 words, the 33rd word is “when.”
Mary Holden

When we love,

Breath flows,

Hearts beating,

Head to toes.

Without love,

When is purposeless:

Pressure builds,

A prison,

Of Millibars. 😘💕🎭🌹🐾🌿

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