Today's your birthday,
but you already know.
Down the creek,
is where bitter memories flow,
we see you on top of me-
grunting and gleaming.
But when we see shivering me,
our hearts drop down into the Earth's melancholy stone.
I wish, on your candles,
that you stop growing older,
because each day you spend breathing-
my hope for justice grows colder,
colder,
colder.
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DU LIEST GERADE
Parties with Cake
PoesieSad poems for sad hearts. Explicit and graphic, viewer discretion advised