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MERRY X-MAS
not one of my finest pieces of literature... it has more meaning in it than what meets the eye. i couldn't put how i felt that one night into poetry... but i tried. here's what came out::
the lights........
and how they create fine shadows
they bounce off your face,
reflect off your smile
and linger in your eyes.
they make me want to come back
to the streets, the cold pavement,
the rude and eccentric people..
the lights.......
i want to spend money like
it'd never run out
i want to hold your hand like
you'd never let go
with one kiss..
it becomes ours
we grow and thrive and cherish
times like these
we make friends with lights
and the shadows they create
and we hide away
to make ourselves in the city.
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