Happy Christmas to you,
One with one shoe.
I know it's cold outside,
I know you're not there for pride.
Eyes don't meet yours because of hate,
Eyes don't meet because of the human state.
I've never felt your extreme,
Anything relatable would be a bad dream.
I hope you find that other shoe,
Puts in perspective matters that are true.

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