Sebastian A.T.

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Happiness

It's not in the box
but the salesman told you,
you search te corners.
nothing.
empty.
you search again
empty.

it must have escaped
throught that hole at the bottom
the carton walls are too thin
that golden box too small
you were so shure
nothing.
you stare out the window
on this cold afternoon,
hear the neighbour children laughing.
were did they buy it?

they didn't.

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