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The air is saturated with the light aroma of vanilla and a tinge of red wine The last notes of “Happy Birthday” hang in the air each sung in a different tone by the drunken relatives surrounding me creating a wave of crashing chords, a clashing medley that somehow fits I grip the table i am sitting in front of feeling the cool glass surface, almost shatterable but not quite and the chair legs beneath me that i wrap my feet around and the candles are lit. they glow like stars set right in front of my eyes i could almost hold it in its perfection, it does not seem like it would hurt to cup that flame in the palm of my hand to spin the stars from my fingertips they scream “Make a wish!” my eyes squeeze shut my breath locked in so tightly i feel a balloon will burst inside me at any moment and in one motion i let it whisper out The candles extinguish the gray smoke lingering heavy in the air this moment i could hold forever the pure bliss of wishes being wished suspended forever, hanging around me. and then its gone.
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Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 7:09 AM UTC
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The air is saturated with the light aroma of vanilla and a tinge of red wine The last notes of “Happy Birthday” hang in the air each sung in a different tone by the drunken relatives surrounding me creating a wave of crashing chords, a clashing medley that somehow fits I grip the table i am sitting in front of feeling the cool glass surface, almost shatterable but not quite and the chair legs beneath me that i wrap my feet around and the candles are lit. they glow like stars set right in front of my eyes i could almost hold it in its perfection, it does not seem like it would hurt to cup that flame in the palm of my hand to spin the stars from my fingertips they scream “Make a wish!” my eyes squeeze shut my breath locked in so tightly i feel a balloon will burst inside me at any moment and in one motion i let it whisper out The candles extinguish the gray smoke lingering heavy in the air this moment i could hold forever the pure bliss of wishes being wished suspended forever, hanging around me. and then its gone.
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Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 7:09 AM UTC
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