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Sunday

holds tomorrow’s fears

today

for-saking

these Jericho walls

I will

venture out

in whispers

to wish you

a Happy Birthday!

shadowed by

selfish flinches

expecting

rejection by ghosts

I

now realize

how beautiful

your voice is

for with it

you told me with

your first words… of

how she chose you

and, as a result,

you can reject me

so, if death is destiny,

I will die celebrating

your existence.