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Mar 2014
When I think of happiness
I think of a vintage VW beetle.
Yellow.
Not to drive
but put somewhere I can see
and feel good about at times.
Yet, I was happy once
And I thought it was heaven
I was on the side where the grass was greener.
It was greener indeed.


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mosquitoism  Istanbul
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