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Dec 2015
The Valleys of Joy are Cold,
My Heart is like Coal;
My luminous windows are bold,
In this Death of Christmas Soul.
I tear this dreary eve,
For the joys of lore;
The Cheerful Core -
Of my delightful reprieve.
        This vast aghast; phantasms shall not last;
        Collar thine delight; from this Christmas Past.
Charlotte Huston
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Charlotte Huston  25/F/Brooklyn
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