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Moushmi Mehta Mar 2016
When the teeth and tongues
Not caring about the stained uniforms
Basked in pure orange candy joy
I believed for a second in something
They call happiness.

When the 40 something lady, after a call
With all her sweaty glory in the train
Smiled at the wallpaper of her daughter  
I believed for a second in something
They call inner peace.

When the sun goes down
And the problems in my mind unravel
I don't really find happiness or peace at all
But I know that I believe in something
They call, hope.
He is very low to the ground
He snuffles and sniffles and waddles around
He makes his home in a tree
What on earth could this creature be?
He has spikes and stickers and quills galore
There's a hint if you didn't know before
If you really stop and search your mind
You'll realize he's a porcupine

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