If I go around the corner,
Christmas bats his eyes at me,
like an innocent puppy.
This year, I'll only find
my tree empty of gifts,
and my house bare of flowers,
colorful lights, and red bows.
And snow is just a cold sensation,
the duration of this season
has me breathing in chloride,
the scent of loneliness and solidarity.
- Counting Sheep
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Fairy Dreams
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