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By Echolocation Date: 2004 Dec 17 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.17.14.11.26679]] |
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Tinsel sparkles like your laughter Bright lights twinkle like your eyes Egg nog warms me like your kisses -- Winter's frost chills like your lies Spicy wine a haunting ghost of Sugarplum-sweet your lips on mine Ribbons twine my icy fingers As my hands once twined with thine Evergreen our love no longer Crisp white masking barren brown None to snuggle, only memories As logs burn to embers slowly down |