An attempt at happiness

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This was an attempt at happiness,

A feeble thread

And a soundless firework.

With roads diverging

After sudden crossroads.

A lingering scent 

In the clothes no longer worn

Locked in boxes no longer opened,

Under piles of heavy weight

To make it die,

And melt

And dissipate.

Out of all our senses

The smell is the toughest.

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