weekly birthday
Weekly Birthday On paper scented with weakness my invitation addressed to your recent loss brings forth my birthday created by you’re presence. Lighting my candles with flames ignited by cursing at the lover you cared for while your earth shuttering interest in me awakens my deepest intensions. Trough truth or dare, lies and excuses with birthday gestures and cakes dark with sweetness I confessed a longing for a gift of less confusion. But with a voice as false as my friendship You sang my song with dear, sweet dear not included.
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