RottingRotting flesh, under my skin now.
Christmas in HeavenLights strung across the ceiling; fairies in the night.I could smell the scent of childhood; just out of reach.Sugar cookies and gingerbread houses.Pine, green, red, lights, flashing, happyness. Every memory of being a child.I swear that living room is burned into my mind; a reminder.The Christmas tree was covered in love.Every year I got new ornaments and they adorned the tree, for all to see.That sick knot in your belly when you wake up in the morning,Knowing Santa has come.Oh what I'd give to thank you for what you've done.The big fluffy chair placed so neatly, kiddy-cornered in the room.The tree dripping the rain
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