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Silent night
a hallway and a closed door
nothing less and nothing more
covered door with frosty hoar
curtly a door opened wide
strange angry people decide
busted suitcase tossed outside
she picks up her brown luggage
the weight of empty baggage
her mate on unknown passage
not a single word spoken
not a sign or a token
her sad heart and soul broken
one girl left behind alone
one suitcase she calls her own
homelessness will be her throne
flames of her candle quenched
her injured heart badly wrenched
the most intense pain entrenched
it is an appalling shame
Christmas Eve only a name
it will never be the same
Something went wrong while re-editing ... so posting it again. Apologize..
©Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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