Three of four smiles
In a half hour bit
Disguising within
Disrupting a dark sheet
(They say) come never again
Worthlessness inside
Ornamenting my soul
With tears that doesn’t dry
The clock sings… undressing my bitterness
I hear it in shock… I have no answers
How many smiles do I have to breed?
To exhale the soul of this limonin kiss
The last of four smiles
Of a half hour hope
Masking times dwelled
Purging the reasons felt
Striping tears inside
With a half opened eye
Hearing and fearing
The malfunctions of mind
The clock sings… undressing my bitterness
I hear it in shock… I have no answers
How many smiles do I have to breed?
To exhale the soul of this limonin kiss
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