#Dec. 25

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soft ermine
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I awoke,
Spoke nigh,
Spittle runned down
My inner thigh.

Let hot rain
Seep through
Drowned body
Into narrow drain.

Black mold,
And honeydew
Clung me now
Onto dark refrain.

It is Christmas
I am alive
They murdered
The boy

Who saved

stable briar
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