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Ice World
The world going around and around I put my hands to my chest hoping not to fall down. Saving my last breath till the ice comes, I open my eyes to see a whole new side. Full of ice, golden rings and the mountains sing. The air crisp as maple leafs, the wind blowing my hair as my lips go blue I’m taken away with this world. So much my last breath I gave to it.
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