Happiness Is. . .

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Happiness is

removing my heat heavy hoodies in my room

Inside of a too hot house

With my windows open

Curtains drawn

Breathing in the cool night air

As the bright full moonlight

Grazes over my scars

Illuminated intimacy

I stare at them transfixed

While I crawl between sheets

Warming my now cold naked body

So I can pretend that I am safe.

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