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Happiness, Eloquence is

There, is no longer, here.

Anyone to chide me, while. 

I butter, my bread.

For

There’s a hole, in my heart.

Where your love, used to be.

So

I’m listening out, for a happy song.

To lift the dark clouds.

To sweeten my mood.

To help clear my head.

For I’ve lost your kisses.

And it would seem.

Lykke is

Just an appropriacy.

Giajl © Jim Love