It's a Christmas miracle.


Damn...The one that got away, Hah! If only. Just another interest Passing me by.Damn...
Capture seems impossible. A single obstacle, One's own mind, Blocking all success.
At every turn, It counters with doubt. Each rebuttal, Met with the illogical.
But the damage Is done. Damn... Damn it all!


Out of MindAre we insane Or just out of mine. The social norm Now anything but.Out of Mind
Knives at the ready No reason, no rhyme. All thoughtless puppets Just ignorant things.
The world a stage, Only a tragic play. No finale yet written. No audience to show.


HeartThe heart, like fine china Delicate and fragile. Held with love and caring, And often dropped without.Heart
For a time, laying broken, It is not itself. The body wails, Such beauty destroyed.
Eventually, the cause Becomes the cure. The pieces put back The whole held once more.


NameWhat's in a name If not called? Possibly known, But never uttered.Name
A face in view, No title in mind. Overlooked, unnoticed, A shadow.
The outline of a soul Wishing to be seen. Look now, There it waits.
So what's in a name If never uttered? Just a person, Waiting to be called.
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"Hope often deludes the foolish man."
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