Every year... every breath... we count them all... Trace the history upon your skin, The map of everywhere your flesh has been. The past is written in a secret scar, A silent witness to the ghost you are. But here tonight, beneath the shadow's weight, The candles illuminate the date. Your breath is warm against the cooling air, A modern second in an ancient snare. Hold your present in your open hand, While future hours slip away like sand. So take your time... take mine as well... Inside this slow, delicious spell. Your lungs expand, a rhythmic rise and fall, The sweetest currency inside this hall. The future waits beyond the veil and door, With phantom years that you never wore. But I am taking what the omens gave, To make the past look exactly like the grave. Your breath is warm against the cooling air, A modern second in an ancient snare. Hold your present in an open hand, While future hours slip away like sand. So take your time... take mine as well... Inside this slow, delicious spell. Skin to skin. Breath to breath. The sweet beginning, a temporary death. Know your yesterday, Rule your now... make your destiny, Make your future bow... it matters not how. Happy... birth... day... The future... is yours... Your present... your way.
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