The sun
Like a memory
Returns,
To shine
A light
On those sins
We hoped
Winter’d help us forget.
Abandoned conversations,
Overgrown scars,
Lay alone.
But sun’s
Indecent exposure
Disrobes
All lost paths.
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Short and sweet for Day 3 of the Review 30 for November
It sounded much cooler in Spanish.
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It hurts me when you leave.
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Santa Claus is a serial housebreaker.
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The joke is on you, loser.
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Mr Blue turned in on himself.
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Who is the big man now?
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Happily ever after!
That’s a joke.
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Ogres in cars with stolen plates.
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One night with an angel, Death.
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