In search of happiness
I found you.

Who makes the slip?
God errs.
Puts the spirit between
mind and body.

Unbeknown, it
was ephemeral.

it was brutal
for a nerd.

Have a good moon.
I will say to my love.

I will stand
against the hot sun.

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