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Monday, April 19, 2021

sung to the tune of infuriating birthday

I had the most infuriating birthday
You'll notice I past-tense it -
That is strictly apt. 
It happened seventeen years from
some point in time
And I cannot recall what was 
so wrong with that. 
I do not remember it infuriates me! 
To this day still I can't recall
the why, why, why
But sinking to that moment held 
in time,
within me,
Immersion in infuriation is
no lie.

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