Smile

By: Spencer D.

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You      m   i   l      at me through a veil of

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Though I see no humor there.

A faux visage displayed.

A shell of what was

Cradles a fragile heart.

I see you put on the mask;

Donning your costume.

A sad clown with a painted grin

                                           Fools the eager crowds.

Beguiling them all the while,

They plead for more.

Pulling at your seams

Undoing the fixed smile

And tears begin to bleed

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Your rosy cheeks

Beating like an ominous drum at your feet…