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PARADE OF HAPPINESS
She sits in the dark wondering why
her loves seems to always die.
Some are destine to succeed
they lead the parade of happiness.
She wants to jump on a float
wave to the crowd
saying "I'm in love!"
out loud.
But that dream is not near
instead far away
so she sits in the dark
holding her heart
with empty hands.
By Lynn Hahn
Wednesday 13th March 2019 9:03 pm
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