all I want for Christmas
is the bright lights.
Is the winter exhaustion,
wrapped tight.
Is the cold dew on the iron rails,
(who keeps them clean?)
and the throat well cleared,
but not for fucking carols.
viernes, 5 de octubre de 2012
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