you don't just arrive
like the happy others
you burst forth
with that sugary
indignant smile
creaming the world
with your burning bright
blinding treacle sticky
soul
wonderful soul
where did you come from?
do you mean to stay away
like you always say?
you leave your
Christmas lullabies
they echo in my head
an endless cage
of minor notes
minor dreams
the ones where boxes
lay hollowed
and everything wonderful
is laid out in the wardrobe.
maybe it will be better
than the last...
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