For an instant, I was happy again,
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old miseries were a shadow left far behind,
quietly receding into seclusion without complaint.
For an instant, I had been happy;
only one pair of eyes were visible amongst the others,
everyone else’s words were a soft murmur.
Then we parted ways,
but that instant had not yet passed.
It was clinging to transmuted hope.
Later, on the way home, I bought a Sprite from a street vendor.
I handed the seller a crisp $20, and looked around me for a second.
A moment later, he waved a wrinkled $10 and asked if that’s what I had given him,
for he had to make change.
“Yes” I said, “I trust you”.
For an instant, I had been happy.
Now, I’m ripped off.
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