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Wholesome WhiteWash Bitter Night greets my face with Commiseration Its biting Cold Nips my nose, Dismissing my body behind my clothes The rush of Cold Air to the Lungs does the body well As your body is now empathetic with my Soul The white integrity litters the ground Never Changing, always itself With its simplicity Teaching Humankind placidity The Night weather remorseless The Night Black I again look to the the ground and see That with the Darkness all around The Sincereness of the only thing, Keeping the Night at Bay with Lucid Radiance Ever Lit with happiness I feel Drawing upon the Cohesion of Nature Mustering Vigor The Snow Delivers to my cold face a Forgotten Friend I Smile
"is it possible to choose with apathtic discrepancies"
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