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A Cool Conversation

"A burst of ice."
whispers Winter 

"Your not being nice!"
answers Spring 

"Your frozen outburst;
Your chill, will not change a thing."

"I will dance. I will sing.
It is inevitable.
A symphony of color I will bring."

"So walk away. 
Do not smolder.
Soon your reign will be over."

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