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Dec 2019
in the distance, a cry
of that less of a weep
you nursing her, tears dry
legs tangle in our sleep

too worn to remember
the jingle bells chime
to a merry day of december
we spend in this time

the warmest festivity
we all share as one
not to celebrate nativity
only how ‘we made it, ***’
Written by
cesario  17/M/"U.K"
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