Happiness.

Happiness.

Happiness.

Something in my own place.

I stood here naked,

smiling. I feel no disgrace

with who I am.

Happiness.

Coming and going.

I watch you look at me.

Watch my fever growing.

I know just who I am.

But how many corners do I have to turn?

How many times do I have to learn

all the love I have is in my mind?

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