I told you once that I always dreamed of having a white Christmas. I imagined the falling snow slowly collecting on the ground as the night engulfs us in a magical trance. We'd build a snowman with a cute button nose. And we'd make snow angels and build forts with crashing snowballs. I imagined hot chocolates in the early mornings and steaming showers after making love by the fireplace. And I'd look at you sleeping like a sweet angel tucked under the blankets, oblivious to our impending tragedy.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
