You were that Christmas present
in my lifetime wishlist.
A tad expensive;
the gift only my eyes could keep.
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YOU ARE READING
Spilled Ink
PoetryA piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
(YOU & I) - Present
You were that Christmas present
in my lifetime wishlist.
A tad expensive;
the gift only my eyes could keep.
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