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I went Christmas decoration shopping with a friend the other day I couldn’t decide on a tree Or any type of ribbon I don’t have the space for it But I wanted the spirit We went to a different store The pressure was on My friend was waiting for me to pick something After all this was my idea There were a bunch of nutcrackers on display Soldiers of giant wooden jaws And glittered capes Some of light and dark skin I stared at one enough until I liked it It had a chip on its nose My friend quickly found another like it It was normal, no chip I looked at both I took the one with the chipped nose home Later in the night The day ran through me Like a movie With no sound No plot No pulse Just movement No lips No tongue My face broken I bared no teeth to Ward off such bad spirits Another day where time Had no currency I had so much of it But it was buying me nothing Just a feeble, muted sentinel Of impossible peace How do dreams come alive when the duel is against me
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
Nutcracker
I went Christmas decoration shopping with a friend the other day I couldn’t decide on a tree Or any type of ribbon I don’t have the space for it But I wanted the spirit We went to a different store The pressure was on My friend was waiting for me to pick something After all this was my idea There were a bunch of nutcrackers on display Soldiers of giant wooden jaws And glittered capes Some of light and dark skin I stared at one enough until I liked it It had a chip on its nose My friend quickly found another like it It was normal, no chip I looked at both I took the one with the chipped nose home Later in the night The day ran through me Like a movie With no sound No plot No pulse Just movement No lips No tongue My face broken I bared no teeth to Ward off such bad spirits Another day where time Had no currency I had so much of it But it was buying me nothing Just a feeble, muted sentinel Of impossible peace How do dreams come alive when the duel is against me
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
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