Journey through a damaged mind
Monday, December 24, 2012
What I want for Christmas
We Sit here under covers
As are lips hover
We hide from the cold
In each others hold
I feel your skin against mine
It feels so divine
With you here
My life feels all so dear
All I want for Christmas
Is for this moment to last
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