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Aug 2019
Breathe into a red balloon, how it grows. Release your grip and watch it go.

Breathe out in the bitter cold, see it rise. Watch it vanish before your eyes.

Breathe on a window pane, fog your view. Trace a heart and wipe it through.


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B D Caissie  48/M/Canada 🇨🇦
(48/M/Canada 🇨🇦)   
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