happiness
may be the undercooked chicken, respectfully devoured
or wine spills that missed your pants.
happiness
rests within sacred chasms of dialogue, elevated to a beam
taking turns wearing a glove
and two pockets full of change, becoming one.
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this is practice
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*a smirk a grin*
Right this is what I'll be doing.***
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