This happiness seems infinite
Thus this universe unfit
To predict how far it will impact
In fact, I await, mid-flight,
And marvel at my soaring
And see no limit
Over the horizon;
As infinite as my smile
Mapped across the world
For all to take in and see
In its infancy,
That all it can ever produce
Is a smirked curve
Stretched on forever
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