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Feb 2016
Sometimes happiness creeps up
In the weirdest places
Following me ever so softly
Sometimes hiding, so I won't see her
Then pouncing onto me suddenly
She shows her face when I first wake
In the light shining into my bedroom
She appears when I succeed at something
Though she tried to appear small
She's there in a kiss from a lover
In between lips she quietly escapes
She has me when a friend laughs
And she watches as I smile
For she knows it's been a while
Since she's last came
She knows that I miss her so
And she knows
I don't want her to go.
Day
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Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)   
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