the month
of birthdays has arrived.
the coldest
month.
the white month of snow
and ice.
blue wind.
how the trees bend.
how the candles burn,
the flames
kneeling
in a circle.
so many years of cakes.
so
many blessings.
so many sins,
mistakes. but I've
changed. so
slice me a piece,
not small,
not just a taste,
but one to fill the
plate.
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