Blast

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The cold air is so harsh and unforgiving

It smothers me, I’m unable to breath

Quickly, I put on my gloves

The frigid air is cruel

The wind whips, mercilessly

I walk cautiously, mouth closed

Cannot breath it in

Once I think that the cold is bearable

The wind suddenly blasts

And I shutter as I go forth

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