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Dec 2016
Christmas, its that time again...

No words can explain the feelings I embrace
And no words can describe the pain I face

Why do we struggle holding onto memories of yesterday
as the ghost of Christmas past visits again uninvited
Why do we fight visiting demons that were thought to be blighted

Staying with me like relatives with no end date
Haunting me like a banshee with no one to moderate
How can I sleep with these echos in my head
how can I sleep with these monsters in my bed

Christmas
London Poet
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