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Nov 2014
Fridgid air  
Aches my bones

Slow exhales  
Imitates clouds of a smoker  

Dusted frost
And rosey cheeks

Remind me  
Of our winter fling
Quarter Sleeved Crook
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Quarter Sleeved Crook  Indiana
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