The Hollidays
Words cut like knives
wounds look as red ribbons do
What a gift
Allowing the cuts
Excepting the pain
As my ribbons are cut
More ribbons are made
I'm a Shredded book you might say
Until finally the cuts reach my spine
Do I wrap my ribbons in a box
Or do i send you a gift wrapped in my ribbons
Merry xmas
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