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Jan 2016
The cake is waxy
The candles burned
The chairs are dusty
And have been unturned

The clocks have stopped
the silence is still
The rooms lie barren
With a subtle chill

The halls are vacant
The walls painted black
No light shown
Not even through a single crack

Today's your birthday
But does anyone care?
To certain people
It's like you weren't even there.
For the greatest person I have had the privlage to know
Ryan Cullen MacLeod
Written by
Ryan Cullen MacLeod  Wilmington, NC
(Wilmington, NC)   
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