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Mar 2020
There was winter,
every year.
every year,
around New Years,
there would be a house party
or a bar
where someone would eventually yell:
"Close the door!"
and when the door was opened,
the bricks that were left behind
would be colder,
and whatever walk was left for the people
would make them the same.
Written by
cg  22/M
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     Fawn, ---, Max Neumann, --- and Austin Morrison
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