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Ciaran Carrick Jan 2014
Fresh Air
I love fresh air.
It clears my thoughts,
Chills my lungs and
Refreshes my ideas.

The freshest air I've ever felt,
Was the draft that entered when you walked out.
I'll probably develop on this, but for now I'll leave it here :p
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