happyA Poem by Circehappiness is caressing your hair, peeking into your otherworldly eyes for seconds at a time because they are too bright and knowing and beautiful. .. like your voice in my ear and whispers against my throat i know happinesss may seem so simple but subtract a single element from our formula, perhaps- nothing would be the same © 2015 CirceReviews
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