You see dear girl,
There is 'fiction' in this ache between these lines in font and my memories. A catechism unravelling at the seams: of you and me and the demon who dreams.
Blowing candles at each pit stop cake, of every birth and every wake.
I write it down, every word a truth.
But it doesnt mean that im not just telling stories.
A birthday wish spanning every age
to the seven year old me and her gilded cage
A birthday song for the long and gone
Seedy wanderer of slush 14 and moving on
A birthday card for the doomed to dance
through sweet-16 memories and one lost chance
A birthday kiss for the hard to miss
A stalking statue on the precipice...
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