Happiness has a home inside me

And feels like laughter lounging on the couch of my stomach,

Peace reclining on the rocking chair of my porch,

Pain hidden in the forgotten drawer of batteries, receipts, and ketchup packets,

Youthfulness jumping underneath my skin, defying time.

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