Mar. 25, 1973 11:00 p.m.
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
The Sound of Happy
Can't understand it running around in circles declaring nothing absolute writing strange long letters remembering moments passing by Writing a lot of poetry about one girl No one comprehends forgotten feelings lying about repressing guilt and hurt coming back to what I've run away from times I feel so sad I hear her laugh and feel the sound of happy Trying to realize meaning of life groping for multitudinous answers listening to her protests yet not hearing her words her mood's upset when she conveys the sound of happy
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