Pure Happiness

May 20, 2012
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The corners of my lips fall upward,
Warming with happiness.
My soul is pure,
Thus it peaks with glory.
Wholeheartedly breathing,
If one was my last.
Extravagant colors,
Unravel my heart.
The corners of my lips fall upward;
Though just the sun bloomed
For there my heart stays.

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