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Christmas Jail, By: Jordan Day

December 21, 2023 by Jordan Day

Christmas Jail, By: Jordan Day

I smashed my fists on the red, luster walls,
Screaming and wailing.
Through teary eyes I spotted my lover,
Nonchalantly hanging candy canes above.
I desperately yelled, hoping she would hear me,
Or, in any case, see me,
Trapped inside a bauble

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