another cliche – a cake
a icing scarring its face, with
a first name

candles – each a pillar
whose torch vanishes into smoke

of people – from tomorrow they
will be normal again, like you
they too will age, wearing new masks
every year
best wishes
have a good one
hope your dreams come true
god bless you
i love you too

soak it in, today is your
lucky day
and return these gifts, whenever

in your drawer your swords wait
quietly, asking
for the precise time


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