Apr 26, 2019

"T’was two nights before Christmas, about sunset" //

T’was two nights before Christmas, about sunset,
And I was working in the kitchen,
Loudly singing a Christmas carol,
When it hit me like a cheap punch out of nowhere;
My son is gone,
My son is gone.
And I wept, sitting on the floor,
With the tea kettle whistling.

James
23 Dec 2018
26 Apr 2019

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