Christmas Cake The glass floors for skating had once been a lake. The children learn to ballet on the sugar cake. footsteps painted, the artist falls, Fall like angels. Red cheeked like dolls. Shrouded in mum's woolen, she bought in mid-July. Now, she will stop them from falling, knowing that soon one day they'll just want to fly.
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