Iconbryant
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life
My hands lay firm on feverish glass.
I can taste my elation as it scatters along the aperture
impairing the mutual sight of windows
and the suitable lights of kinfolk.
Holiday is here,
another year revered.
Hearts cheer with festive cadence
cloaked in benevolent fragrance,
a timeless memento of festive crescendo.
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