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Where I am
Where I am
The festive lights sparkle
Glistening in
The eyes of my strangers
I assimilate insensibly
For it is dark where I am
And they do not understand
Why there is no tree
Innocent laughter tears
Excitement free
From warm-hearted tokens
My gift is emptiness
For it is cold where I am
And he doesn’t understand
Why there is no tree
Smiles of c...
Wednesday 9th December 2015 2:01 pm
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