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I've drunk a bit much
And think of your all out there
You're gems, I love you

Knowing your own tastes
Compass needle knowing north
Fills me with envy!

Dinner blends to drinks
Dogs begging forbidden scraps
Just one. It's Christmas

Old man teaches me
The right way to eat oysters
The pleasure of slow

This eve a single gift
Youthful appetites whetted
To bed then back down

Family surrounds
Tales of Christmas past grow long
Tempers remain short

Walking the market
Between fish, fruit, vegetables
There, my flower girl

With enough people
In a small space, there's one yawn
Pissed around non-stop

"Your money or life"
I see red and death awaits
"Mine for yours, let's dance"

Would I be rude, you think
To refuse the host her gift
But I've had too much

New phone brings new joy
Clean install, updated apps
Fresh hells every one

Forgive me father
You wanted your ashes spread
I dumped them instead

No words can say it
Thing of motion and music
Dance is felt not said

Patch my broken heart
Mended threadbare from handling
Grown larger each tear

Language shapes meaning
So some things cannot be said
Others should not be

You will succeed, child
Not despite, but from neglect
Hate will set you free

The storyteller
Needs confidence above all
To bend worlds to fit

Fog whispers through pines
Wraps them in wispy tendrils
Kisses me misty

Jagged horizon
Cloud dappled and hoary heights
The mountains await

Not surprised at all
I merely smiled politely
So he told it again

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