you're done with celebratory
cakes. the wedding cake,
the birthday cake,
the graduation cake,
the retirement cake.
no need to count the candles
anymore. just go with one.
stuck in the middle
like a soldier. don't
even light it.
no need to sing, or toast,
or make a wish.
if any of them had come
true, you wouldn't
be where you are today.
no more wishes,
just blow it out,
then hand me the knife.
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