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Dec 2017
I hate the snow
Each flake elegantly dancing their way down the sky
Slowly drifting in which direction they please to
Leaving cold stings across my face

I hate the snow
Each flake containing an intricate hidden design
Millions of masterpieces laid across the streets
Only to be melted away
4-13-12-8
I might try other poems with similar syllables because I enjoy random math things
Quinntin Bravo
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Quinntin Bravo  18/M
(18/M)   
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