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The water will freeze as it falls The stinging winter breeze burns my arms I move through the door and out of harms way. the snow first cold, then warm drips on the floor.
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Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 11:32 PM UTC
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The water will freeze as it falls The stinging winter breeze burns my arms I move through the door and out of harms way. the snow first cold, then warm drips on the floor.
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miss-hannah
American
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 11:32 PM UTC
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