The smile is not a smile
thoughts shaped into words.
For sharp curves and deep grooves,
reawaken old fears
and the meeting of lips
Every fleeting breath
knows the joy of wonder.
For drifting songs sung in a symphony,
speaks a forlorn whisper
and heralds the promise
Crueler than any letter
Ablaze with desperate rage.
For passionate nails and scarlet scars,
kindles a last sacrifice
and we cry at every word
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