I am not the dull sadness
of a cream colored room
at nine thirty on a friday night.
A room identical to yours.
I am the crisp sway
of the evening fog,
as it blankets it's creations
with a remote kindness.
I am human,
and the poison that seeps
through my brain
is not my master.
It does not control me.
I am happy.
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