this is so bad and unedited but i'll edit all this stuff later. also i just realized this is the first time i share my writing on this site but OH WELL.
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you’ve laced memoirs in crimson ribbons and hung them up as ornaments trying to heal them by hiding them beneath layers of christmas lights.
[you tell me it doesn’t feel like december but how could it not feel like december after i read the messages you let the wind carry through frost breath]
you seal letters to santa claus with your lips that have begun to taste like peppermint. the same old christmas songs play on the radio and our neighbors decorate their homes in fake snow
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