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Chilling with my snowman
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Some eyes sparkle from the inside out
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The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live
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All I want is a dress with puffy sleeves
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A Winter Poem
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Santa's favorite HO!
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The spirit of Christmas is in the air
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The Christmas Song
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If magic ever breathed, or ever was, the wintry forest holds her wand.
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Dear Santa I Can Explain
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Love the giver more than the gift
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When you can’t look on the bright side, I will sit with you in the dark
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Wake me up on Christmas
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Smile even if your smile is sad
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it Hurts, but It's Ok..But never again
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It's December, and nobody asked if I was ready
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The snow fell as softly as a poet’s tears
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Everyone has a colourful mind and people who choose black as their favorite color are often artistic and sensitive.
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Be silly. Be fun. Be different. Be crazy. Be you, because life is too short to be anything but happy. Happy Sunday
Romyka Mars*:
Cigarettes taste better paired with coffee and frustration.
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A waterfall is a serene place. You get lost in all that noise
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I’m coming home now A change of season I feel it’s time to leave everything
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If people looked at the stars each night, they'd live a lot differently
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Television is chewing gum for the eyes.
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Late night, blurry lights, deep mind.
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When we cannot stand certain people, we try to have suspicions about them.
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Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with
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In chiaroscuro, silence is still the best interpreter of souls
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All dressed up in red,
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I'm not a psychopath, I'm a fully functioning sociopath.
