Your Birthday

A poem

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It’s your birthday,
I don’t know why other people don’t remember birthdays,
But I remember yours,
Even though we haven’t spoken in years.

I didn’t forget the dates that were special for us,
Not even what we agreed to do year after year,
In the place of our first meeting;
I went there,
One…

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