in bells that chime
silent night! holy night!
sitting below them
on long wooden planks of childhood
they are whispering from flannel pillows
muffled low tones that put out candles with steady metal swings
sherrice is my age and she has a child
sean is my age and once when i sang the hymns i didn't know who they were to
oh holy flesh, but he lives with the organist now
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