tintedslightly

 "On the first day of Christmas,  my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree."    The chilled breeze of this especially cold Minnesota December ruffled Thomas Wendle's  disheveled brown hair, as he scowled mid song.  His mother clutched his coat sleeve as though she were attempting to squeeze the coat juice out of it.  Thomas laughed at his private joke as his mother towed him along with her with the rest of the caroling group.  Their song traveled through the neighborhood; the string of notes dancing along, reaching out to knock on the nearest door.  Thomas not

I keep you around for the now and then For the times I genuinely bask in your perfection I think I might love you The way the ocean loves the shore When I’m at low tide All I want is to see a cigarette between your fingers When I’m at high tide All I want is to see my fingers between each of yours There are days when I'll crash against you Though I swear it’s the wind that pushes me There are days when I merely brush against you And you eagerly allow me to take your shells and lovely grains of sand back with me to collect beneath my wake I keep you around for the metaphors you never understand The smoke in your lungs is the

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