Here Comes December
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The day is grey
Coldness infiltrates
The clamour of the city
Inside the walls
Blankets have usurped the space
Where sunrays used to sneak in and play
Now coats hang on a stand
Ready to cover up the wounds
We thought we had sewn
We exist numbly
Our cold hands shoved into pockets
Where we hoard memories
Of lost dreams.
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