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Oct 2010
It was December
My favourite month
When the days are short
And the nights sparkle with lights

When our noses are cold
But our hearts are warm
And we are wrapped up
Under blankets and scarfs

It was softly that I felt it
Didn’t really chose it
It was hour after hour
Night after night

Within a week or two
We would lock in my room
Where we’d talk and dream
Eyes towards the stars

It was sat on my bed
The conversation we shared
That you’d turn out to be
The best friend I ever had

However you have changed
Even if this part of you is dead
I’ll always remember the man
You were that Christmas

You were pure and raw
As beautiful as the snow
As bright as
A sunrise

Whoever you are today
Whatever you do or say
How often you disrespect
Or defile those nights

I’ll always remember you
With my heart light, but a little blue
As you turned out to be
The best weeks I ever had
Claire Elwina
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