Every day was like a birthday:
Not since we do not celebrate,
But every day I made a murder
Of self that mind could create.
Every day was like a Christmas:
Not through the joy I cannot fix
Or firewall that fell between us –
Because I found right crucifix.
02-jan-2019
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