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A Christmas give away

He thinks she would laugh
With shock and horror
At the Christmas gift
He chose to never give

Casual words
Are dangerous things
Who can tell
What insecurities they can bring

So how do you slip
So easily
From a man on the verge
To words never spoken, never heard

He still can not say
Some words never find their way
Some secrets
Are only for the grave

Those damaging voices
Those limited choices
Callow with youth
Someone else’s truth

His mouth moved, but found only lies to say
Presents wrapped so carefully
Disposed of so creatively
From Christmas Eve to Boxing Day

A Christmas give away…

© 2015 Peter Anstiss

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