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Christmas Tree Sentences

It's beginning to look a lot like wisdom

Love's a currency in demise

Limits are what tie snipped ropes of

Ornamental, glittering lies

Astigmatism in the air

The lights flare out in lines

An effort to seek warmth again

Coffee's my bottle of wine

Onion skin shrivelling

Kind, fun, comedic thriving

A fun analysis in the air

The complexities are sparkling

There's a word sounding wrong in my mouth

Like my own name said softly

There's a new kindness going around

One I'm administering to myself only

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