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Dec 2013
I feel so alone.
And I wish you were here.
It's very cold and very dark
And all I really want
is to hold something warm
that will hold me in return
With stolen kisses and meaningful glances.
I can't help but feel like the older you get,
the less material you want, and you find that the
things you truly want for Christmas
cannot be bought in a store.
Jay
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Jay
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