December 30

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December thirty,it was his birthday,he dreamed of a party his friends had thrown him, with a self-baked cake

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December thirty,
it was his birthday,
he dreamed of a party his friends
had thrown him, with a self-baked cake.
God, he loved it.
The friends that he moulded,
they ranged between youngsters
and some older;
All loved him, until they
burst into clay again.

He woke up with sweat lining his guts.
Horrified, he left his room,
desperately finding the love of his life,
sighing in relief
when he saw her, making him breakfast.

"Happy birthday, Tae."
He kissed her, all the more
passionately, scared of losing her.

"Please don't leave me.
Don't you want to say you'll stay?"

❄️

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