MINOR | He/Him
#freepalestine
Its eyes aglow with eerie light.
The winds of November whisper its name,
December kin fear its reign.
As leaves fall, it plays its game.
With it defrosting I can smell its fume,
I guess the rumours are true—
“All I want for Christmas is you.”
Its eyes aglow with eerie light.
The winds of November whisper its name,
December kin fear its reign.
As leaves fall, it plays its game.
With it defrosting I can smell its fume,
I guess the rumours are true—
“All I want for Christmas is you.”