xmas
merry muddy feeling lock
in silent smile the earnest
love wine gently thrown
over perfect pudding drowning
light the fir and drip the gold
on silver ball caress the light
and tumult linger through
fire light and burning of
love wine gently thrown
down throats warm with
laughing singing raging sexing
christmas hard-on feels so wrong
a morning filled with innocence
sullied by the human form
and family and family and friend
love wine gently thrown
into gaping mouths where sorrow
forgot for once or tried at least
and joyous cavortion locks in silent
smile the earnest
love wine gently thrown
over all the dripping winter sunlit garden of the everlasting perfect morning mist
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