invitation

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The moment you realise you matter
That maybe someone cares
A birthday coming up
A party coming into place

Envelopes white as snow
Your acceptance hides inside
If you are worthy
Lies behind paper

Hand to hand
Smile to smile
Hope to hope
Frown to frown

They are handed out
A few left
Is your name on it
Do I matter

One last name
A tear you shred
Now all of the accepted
Must become the living dead.

No idea why I wrote this one....

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