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A Very Special ChristmasAll was quiet, not a creature did stir,
with ponies asleep and cats a-purr.
But on my route, what did I hear?
Fillies crying, with no good cheer.
Swooping low on frosted streets,
I landed soft on snowy sheets.
Getting up, I looked around,
and three sobbing fillies I found.
I saw them there, in the park.
Seeing me, their hearts did spark.
They ran on over with shining eyes,
constantly crying, "It wasn't all lies!!!"
"What?" I asked, confused as could be,
as now they were so jolly and free.
"We heard you weren't real", they screamed,
Forgetting all their sadness, it seemed.
"Of coarse I'm real!" I laughed through their embraces,
"Now", I said, "Let's get a good look at your faces."
"Wait on this spot, please don't go away,"
"I have presents for you in the back of my sleigh."
"For Sweetie a new mic, so she can sing loud,"
"Sing for an audience, a roaring crowd."
"For miss Bloom, some tools to build her very dreams."
"creating whole worlds, and filling this one to the seams.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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