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chill my bones
westlin from frost i'd fly but downy flakes settling faster than empires more cold each drift each icicle drawn daggers of a season pull the coat pull the gloves pull warmth in close and run for the open door with a fiery hearth and a magic star |
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Great Write!
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nice
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