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A Seventeenth Birthday

By Melissa6453, Citra, FL

The mounds of white, pale frosting and I?
Engaged in a staring contest.
I traced the folds of purity
And the round corners of divinity,
With my vision.
My eyes twitched endlessly,
But I refused to relent.
My brows furrowed in puzzlement
As I focused on the splashes of red?
Molded in the shape of roses,
Decorating the two story cake.
Finally, I diverted my eyes
And focused on the candles.
An unorganized arrangement of seventeen.
Five blue, Five green
One yellow, and six pink.
I stood atop the yellow,
My mind wishing with angst.
Wishing for happiness and clarity
And love and adventures
A custom at seventeen.

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