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I am but a Nation of creation under shared, 

My words and actions treat me as though I am unprepared. 

I know these shoes are bigger than could ever meet my feet, 

I don’t see myself in pictures hanging crooked on the wall, 

The shade of red that coats my cheeks can shift to none at all. 

For I might offer just a hunch to those in this dismay? 

I traveled on the cobblestone, 

This sweet and utter scent, 

It teases me with memories, 

Of often younger drenched. 

Dear Santa, 

I haven't quite proposed,  

For many moons I've prayed to you, 

Yet hurts to leave me lone. 

Although this world betrays me,  

I sit silent- I sit guard, 

Although this mountain hates me, 

I stay quietly unbarred, 

I simply love madness. 

What a pretty word, 

Certainly not sadness- 

Although they rhyme for sure.