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Happy Birthday

I write a tear
scented by an exploding flower
wrapped in brown with a pretty bow

Who it's from, you would never know

Tangent circles, a rap on my knuckles was told
But I've missed that point, I've long missed that point!
my own embrace I dearly hold

I taste that salt and fear that fright
I'm an eight year old with a chucky syndrome
but then i wipe me clean and be the queen
save ten seconds and i'm back to being old

 you give me my bread!! and water me down
i'll count the clocks as they chime their dread
grow the fat, kill the lust
ugliness is heaven behold






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