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- Poetry > All PoetrySpring: I have never been Superstitious but you made Me cross my fingers. Summer: Your eyebrows are waves With high tides, low tides; I’m just Trying to dive in. Autumn: How can I explain That you’re like suicide but Not as permanent. Winter: Doubts that make me blue: “Wil...