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A bit of sunshine A bit of magic will do Not a big banquet Not too many people Maybe a little privacy Maybe a little "my time" For midnight, Be it your soft kisses My family,Oh dear! Not fancy cake surprises And as I sleep in your arms May I dream a paradise Not money,nor hard cash Mornings be like, A slight nip in the air Sunrise from my bedroom Not zillion missed messages I want the day,at peace Like a poet's wish Simple,chaste,crystal clear Not fake "Happy Birthdays" I want the day, Maybe full of good vibes Among true people, Among trustworthy friends Not mere acquaintances. As I drove past, The air, I want to feel it, Making my hair dance I wanna face its coldness The soft stiffness upon my cheeks Not mere cigarrate puffs I cherish a memorable picture Over trillion pout-faced selfies Well,all for my birthday, I want to cut, This citys' madness Not just chocolate cakes Take me far away as you can To rugged mountains,to blue rivers Fairytale isnt it, I want it real Just the scenario in front of my eyes Searching for you, I hope to see you by me,the next time I wanna blow dandelions Not just burning candles I wanna run past the barren fields Dressed up in florals Not the dark glittery blacks' Well,all for my birthday. I wanna live these moments Tyind to decode this one day Not snazzy gifts,nor over-the-top clicks I want my birthday to be like, I am just  17
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 5:03 AM UTC
17th Birthday
A bit of sunshine A bit of magic will do Not a big banquet Not too many people Maybe a little privacy Maybe a little "my time" For midnight, Be it your soft kisses My family,Oh dear! Not fancy cake surprises And as I sleep in your arms May I dream a paradise Not money,nor hard cash Mornings be like, A slight nip in the air Sunrise from my bedroom Not zillion missed messages I want the day,at peace Like a poet's wish Simple,chaste,crystal clear Not fake "Happy Birthdays" I want the day, Maybe full of good vibes Among true people, Among trustworthy friends Not mere acquaintances. As I drove past, The air, I want to feel it, Making my hair dance I wanna face its coldness The soft stiffness upon my cheeks Not mere cigarrate puffs I cherish a memorable picture Over trillion pout-faced selfies Well,all for my birthday, I want to cut, This citys' madness Not just chocolate cakes Take me far away as you can To rugged mountains,to blue rivers Fairytale isnt it, I want it real Just the scenario in front of my eyes Searching for you, I hope to see you by me,the next time I wanna blow dandelions Not just burning candles I wanna run past the barren fields Dressed up in florals Not the dark glittery blacks' Well,all for my birthday. I wanna live these moments Tyind to decode this one day Not snazzy gifts,nor over-the-top clicks I want my birthday to be like, I am just  17
My birthady has a tottaly different story.Well thats what I feel.
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 5:03 AM UTC
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