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a birthday every day
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2019-01-10
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every day, the universe sketches itself anew
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like an etch-a-sketch broken by accident from a cousin's fall
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if I am made of the same stuff as the stars
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then it is my birthday every day
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but even if the atoms that make up my body
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all somehow- miraculously- came from the same ball of gas
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every day these days I keep reinventing myself
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so every revolution might as well be another birthday
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I still suspect that others are lying about their birthdays
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an effortless reach for clout
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meaningless numbers on a screen
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that could all be extinguished in a moment's breath
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like the birthday candles you purport to require
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but what is a birthday, anyway?
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just a day that marks one more year around the sun
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one more year of being on the run
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running out of time
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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