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Feb 2019
Chills
Dismal cold flying from coats,
from every seat inevitable chill gloats,
a single breath makes my veins ice,
curse this air its worth summer thrice.
Written by
Eshua  14/M/Eaton Rapids
(14/M/Eaton Rapids)   
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