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CHRISTMAS TREE
Booties on the tree
for him or for me...
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My mind is in a miasma
sight blinded
In a dream like state
trying to peek thru
what did I do
lose them along the way
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Thoughts and visions begin
to dance in my mind
Pictures of him and me
I try to find
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Instead nightmares
run thru my head
Lies choke me like a python getting ready to eat it's prey
...Saturday 17th December 2016 6:50 am
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