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Jan 2020
I open my door - to the brisk December air,
Each breath as Fresh as the mornings First -
Through my Frosted airways -
A Winter Cloud exhaled.
Written by
Shannon Ní Bhriain  24/F/Ireland
(24/F/Ireland)   
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   Donna and The Poetic Nicole
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