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Chasing Wisps

July 24, 2012

She walked out piercing polkadots

As she looked for an outfit her mother wouldn’t degrade

She let the shutter fly and the breeze rustle her soul

She thinks she’s chasing happiness

And though she might be right

It’s not the daily joyousness

She feels she cannot find.

Yes, there’s something missing

Yes, it’s quite amiss

But once she pierced the polkadots,

She kissed it on the lips.

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