hang your happiness
on someone else's rope
hang your sadness by the door
hang your heart across your arm
like a jacket that can't be creased
hang the new year, all you television people
teach me how to love
and be loved
and be alone
and be loved
hang beauty and truth, all you poets
hang your hopes
hang your words
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the light was cool and dim. i observed christmas through the windows, sparkly trees sulking in the corner, cosy carpeted flats and graffiti on the roof
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what is this strange feeling? I feel like I've lost something important, but can't remember what. I'm searching for something that may or may not exist. I only know what it is not, which is this. Is it home or is it heaven? Is it a feeling or a need? Is it comfort or companionship or how much you've got stocked up in the cupboards, how many presents you got in your stockings, or is it a doorway made of light and a banquet hall filled with the smiling faces of friends and family saying, 'welcome! come on in, we've been waiting for you!' everyone you love with their arms wide open saying, 'come in! come on in!'
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