firecracker exploded under the pillow
the fire is bouncing
burning the leaves of dried mistletoe
scorch silent night
single women awake,
walk through a long hallway
towards the cemetery.
she ever left hope
out there,8 years ago.
Mistletoe leaves exploded under the pillow
the smoke rising from the grave
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