Dec 2015
Christmas
That time of the year,
The only holiday,
Where we sit in front of dead trees,
and eat candy from the socks,
because christmas without, christmas things isnt the same thing.
-d.a
That time of the year,
The only holiday,
Where we sit in front of dead trees,
and eat candy from the socks,
because christmas without, christmas things isnt the same thing.
-d.a
(26/F/Oporto)
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