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the afters scattered at ankle height. bodies and turkeys and bottles litter the 26th midday. you’re still not here, Saint Nick. Last year I drove you to the north but you said I couldn’t stay. duty called & you wanted Christmas with another loved one. so I left my flat at midnight with sweetness in my hands raised; to the sky watching for a red light streaking unashamedly, but the front of the doorstep was not darkened by a jolly frame. the snow withheld at cloud height. maybe 8 billion people means overtime. maybe a no show means it’s over time. and writing a letter 9 hours after you put the reins down seems a bit desperate, don’t you think, Saint Nick? the not days to new years rupture at heart height. the workshop’s shut, elves on annual leave. Loving like this means waiting on an 11 month reprieve. now the fireworks have started Auld lang syne sung but my arms hold the departed, Saint Nick, perhaps is done. so now im waiting for another ** ** *** and maybe this one won’t love me enough also.
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Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 10:25 AM UTC
i think he left town.
the afters scattered at ankle height. bodies and turkeys and bottles litter the 26th midday. you’re still not here, Saint Nick. Last year I drove you to the north but you said I couldn’t stay. duty called & you wanted Christmas with another loved one. so I left my flat at midnight with sweetness in my hands raised; to the sky watching for a red light streaking unashamedly, but the front of the doorstep was not darkened by a jolly frame. the snow withheld at cloud height. maybe 8 billion people means overtime. maybe a no show means it’s over time. and writing a letter 9 hours after you put the reins down seems a bit desperate, don’t you think, Saint Nick? the not days to new years rupture at heart height. the workshop’s shut, elves on annual leave. Loving like this means waiting on an 11 month reprieve. now the fireworks have started Auld lang syne sung but my arms hold the departed, Saint Nick, perhaps is done. so now im waiting for another ** ** *** and maybe this one won’t love me enough also.
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Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 10:25 AM UTC
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