(MERRY CHRISTMAS ILY YALL)
I felt the jolly vibes
We prepared a tree
And even stockings
I felt the crisp of the food
But everything was bland
Had it not been for your disappearance
I cannot hold your hand
Not see your golden face
And breath your unique scent
Maybe today's Christmas would be okay
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Poesía"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
