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Dec 4
If there was a time I actually felt good,
it was the birthday screams of birthday cake
As kids we are soft until the drill of wood
replaces our skin with a reality hard bake.

There's a rendezvous feeling,
that never came to meet,
and in this sink, I'm pouring
emotions into a fleet.

If I could wish upon a star,
skies would be glittering sweet,
but my dreams remain a-far
un-like rapid of drum beats.

I think I sold myself,
in this poisonous world.
Birthday cake smiles,
Reminder of innocence.
David Knight
Written by
David Knight  M/Australia
(M/Australia)   
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   rhyme weaver and Liana
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