It Must Be Christmas

The same repeated, same repeated, same repeated rhythm,
tunes as pleasant as desperately needing a piss,
the harmony of insincerity,
the colour of emptiness,
and lyrics which rhyme like you're a cat and someone's stamping on your tail.

It must be Christmas.

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Dylan Harris
90-96

it's my hands
my difficulty with melancholy
hence the coldness
fear in flight, god
dog sea
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