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The Christmas lights are burning by six candles lit for you and my cloche hat is hung to dry because it rained so hard last night and at the end of the night I'm taking off gold jewelry my silver too and I am putting them in an old nickel jar with the face of a cat that you gave me The Christmas tree is glowing and the tea kettle is heating and the cat is slowly lapping off the dirt of other days and it's the end of the night where I'm reading a poem where you told me that you wished that you could fly and that I was so much more than my porcelain frame At the end of the night I believe you and I miss you just the same.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
I Believe You, So Much More.
The Christmas lights are burning by six candles lit for you and my cloche hat is hung to dry because it rained so hard last night and at the end of the night I'm taking off gold jewelry my silver too and I am putting them in an old nickel jar with the face of a cat that you gave me The Christmas tree is glowing and the tea kettle is heating and the cat is slowly lapping off the dirt of other days and it's the end of the night where I'm reading a poem where you told me that you wished that you could fly and that I was so much more than my porcelain frame At the end of the night I believe you and I miss you just the same.
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sarah-or-something
F/American
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
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