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Black Ribbon on a Gift Box

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β˜ƒοΈŽπŸŽ…πŸŽ„β„οΈβ˜ƒοΈπŸŽπŸ¦Œβ˜ƒοΈŽπŸŽ…πŸŽ„β„οΈβ˜ƒοΈπŸŽπŸ¦Œβ˜ƒοΈŽπŸŽ…πŸŽ„β„οΈβ˜ƒοΈπŸŽπŸ¦Œ A crooked wreath upon the door, Hangs sideways like a memory sore. The fireplace coughs a dusty flame, It whispers everyone’s forgotten name. Tin soldiers march but half-awake, Their painted eyes begin to shake. A porcelain doll with a stitched-on grin, Keeps waltzing with what’s left of her twin. And the shadows hum the sweetest lullaby, While peppermint tears fall from the sky… ⋆꙳‒❅‧*β‚Šβ‹†β˜ƒοΈŽβ€§*β†β‚Šβ‹†β‹†κ™³β€’β…β€§*β‚Šβ‹†β˜ƒοΈŽβ€§*β†β‚Šβ‹†β‹†κ™³β€’β…β€§*β‚Šβ‹†β˜ƒοΈŽβ€§*β†β‚Šβ‹†β‹†κ™³β€’β…β€§*β‚Šβ‹†β˜ƒοΈŽβ€§*β†β‚Šβ‹† Oh, Christmas came in mismatched lace, A button-eyed angel fell from grace. Snowflakes shaped like paper dolls, Drifting quietly through empty halls. Tie a ribbon on the fractured sleighβ€” It still might fly but drifts astray. Oh, Christmas with its ghostly glow, Tap-dancing in the falling snow. The nutcracker’s jaw is slightly cracked, His painted smile is not intact. He speaks in splinters, soft and slow, Like secrets stitched in winter snow. Candy canes are bent like question marks, The town square lights flicker in the dark. And stockings stitched with blackened thread Hang like lullabies for the undead. There’s a carousel that spins on broken gears, Playing waltzes meant for vanished ears… ⋆꙳‒❅‧*β‚Šβ‹†β˜ƒοΈŽβ€§*β†β‚Šβ‹†β‹†κ™³β€’β…β€§*β‚Šβ‹†β˜ƒοΈŽβ€§*β†β‚Šβ‹†β‹†κ™³β€’β…β€§*β‚Šβ‹†β˜ƒοΈŽβ€§*β†β‚Šβ‹†β‹†κ™³β€’β…β€§*β‚Šβ‹†β˜ƒοΈŽβ€§*β†β‚Šβ‹† Oh, Christmas came in mismatched lace, A button-eyed angel fell from grace. Snowflakes shaped like paper dolls, Drifting quietly through empty halls. Tie a ribbon on the fractured sleighβ€” It still might fly but drifts astray. Oh, Christmas with its ghostly glow, Tap-dancing in the falling snow. And if you wind the music box at midnight, You’ll hear the choir sing off-key, Candy-striped regrets in candlelight, All wrapped beneath a leaning tree. ⋆꙳‒❅‧*β‚Šβ‹†β˜ƒοΈŽβ€§*β†β‚Šβ‹†β‹†κ™³β€’β…β€§*β‚Šβ‹†β˜ƒοΈŽβ€§*β†β‚Šβ‹†β‹†κ™³β€’β…β€§*β‚Šβ‹†β˜ƒοΈŽβ€§*β†β‚Šβ‹†β‹†κ™³β€’β…β€§*β‚Šβ‹†β˜ƒοΈŽβ€§*β†β‚Šβ‹† Oh, Christmas came in mismatched lace, A fairytale that lost its face. Paper dolls with trembling hands, Marching through these silent lands. Hang a wreath made out of sighs, Place a star in empty skies… Christmas dances, dim and slowβ€” Delicate, cold as marionette snow. β˜ƒοΈŽπŸŽ…πŸŽ„β„οΈβ˜ƒοΈπŸŽπŸ¦Œβ˜ƒοΈŽπŸŽ…πŸŽ„β„οΈβ˜ƒοΈπŸŽπŸ¦Œβ˜ƒοΈŽπŸŽ…πŸŽ„β„οΈβ˜ƒοΈπŸŽπŸ¦Œβ˜ƒοΈŽπŸŽ…πŸŽ„β„οΈβ˜ƒοΈπŸŽπŸ¦Œ