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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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the weather outside is frightful.
What is it about Christmas that feels so empty? That leaves me feeling a little less than whole, that makes the cold feeling a little colder? Is it the expectation of fulfillment that fell a little short, or is it sensitivity to disillusion? The festivities have left me a little more skeptical, and a little more critical than most. I'm moving on automatic this season. Ho Ho Ho. |