something which i did
which you need not know
'twas something which made
me happy though
(some religious mien
may call it sin
but no, it felt like
aspirin)
much blood passed through
the veins of my brain
all happy memories are
then well contained
someone is always staying
in my mind
thought of love and nothing
but love to find
outside i may look sad like
a wilted raisin
but deep within this silence
am a happy shining sheen
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