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stifling the day
I hide the emptiness
digging a hole in the head, unending pain
bury a stiff smile
between huffs of breath
It's almost a mystery
it can almost be unheard
the cloud in my eyes, almost curling
too imperfect for words
I dig this smile into a hole
snatched by my last breath
as the wound reaches beyond
an imperfect heart
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