1. Smile
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I raised my lips.
Pale white lips.
Forced a smile,
A feign yet genuine smile.
2. Tears
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Blue and translucent.
Don't let me out that easily.
Still,
let me out once in a while.
And I'll flush your sorrows away.
3. Pas de Deux
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Serene yet dazzling.
My sorrowful prima donna.
Let us begin,
with this bittersweet
Pas de Deux.
Yeah, the poem (is this even a poem?) is kinda broken. Not in the sense of broken grammar, but the sentences aren't well connected. They seem weird altogether.
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