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"Horns for Smiles"

I force out this smile, and
then keep it up for as long
as I'm able to

I'm not accustomed to this
so I quicly put it away never
wanting to be fake

Smiles are rare in this fucking
insane-asylum, so cherish it if
you ever find one

I lost mine a long time ago, so
if you see me with one it's not
mine...

It's either stolen or borrowed

But I with quickness give it
back, because it feels so
foreign on the face that I
now wear

Mine is black, downcast, sullen;
bright and upwards looking I
possess no more

Smiles are not happenstance or
mere playthings; they are the
appearance of different feelings
that exist in the beneath

My shifting sands that dwell in
my insides no longer smile, but
gaze deeply into the abyss that
ever looks down

Horns ascend upwards from my
head; and the appearance of them
on the impression on my brow

So if you look at me, you're more
likely to see them instead of a
smile
Written by hungrypan74 (Dantalyon)
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