the air comes out the vents
onto my skin
as do the words come out the speakers
onto my ears
into my mind
"are you feeling happiness?"
i sip my five dollar shake
and think of my grandmother
and how her prayers for me
come from her everyday
into my mind
onto my soul
the thought is greatly appreciated
that is for certain
but i do not believe in god
but the words of a young thief resound in my head
and so i say:
"she believes in god, and i believe in her"
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