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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.
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Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
A Winters Cloud
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.
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shannonnibhriain
24/F/Ireland
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
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