Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Happy Birthday, Mr. Iceblock

(No poem).

It's your birthday. Happy. Birthday. I would tell you in person, but, you know, I don't exist to you.

I've known you for very near to two years.

I need to get away from you, now, like you got away from me. Keep hiding, keep ignoring. I'll leave as soon as I may and you will never have to think of me again.

Oh, happy birthday.

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