The winter took my breath and turned it to romantic frost a chilled cloud of celebration in that season's cheerful air The spring, though, held its breath and warned me, mind my every step lest some adverse inhalation play havoc with my heart The summer now feels my breath and recoils from my unmasked mist my damp risk-laden emanation the who knows awful what The fall...
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