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Feb 2010
Whether the silent elation
exists in your day to day
is irrelevant
to your idle hands
and flickering gaze.
Whether happiness exists in the rustling leaves
or a primitive, driving beat -
Should matter,
but it shouldn't decide.
The sparkling realm,
the beautiful assertion
that you ARE.
Written by
Laura
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