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Birthday Wish

 


Birthday wish

She never wished on birthday candles
of fancy gifts hard to resist 
She wished on dandelions 
to hear "I'm glad that you exist" 

She heard the words roll up her tongue
She loved how they would sound
She said them to every soul she admired 
Every flower, every child around

She said it over and over
thinking of a day when she knew
that she mattered to someone enough
to say that about her too...

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