Joy

downing a beer after

tasting another

slice of death

results in a

quickened heart and

a shortness of

breath

as the sun

shines through the elms

across the road

into my room

making me

smile with a sense of joy i

shouldn’t be proud of

yet it’s just so hard

to resist at times

and these times keep

coming

like you wouldn’t dare

believe

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