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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Put on a happy face when I release taut fingers from your pallid cheeks. Promises and empty lies are sported clichés that spoil a silenced vocabulary. A quieted understanding we've vocally committed to; barks a matted-jackal’s constitution - perceiving morose consequences of blind subservience. Put on a happy face and fetch me dinner. Ever flickering nuances, once ignited a Brigadooned morning sunrise - where woolen-blackened comforters backlit our sordid differences. Now, our prom attire has been burned. The carnations, the orchids - have perished. The beguine hasn’t begun. It has ended. Finalized and fortunately forgotten. A pale orchid-colored icepack, for your left eye, would match your handbag and shoes quite nicely. Put on a happy face and lint-guard the disheveled derelict. Forever falling forward, we've suddenly landed. No need for saline solution anymore; I cry when I hap hazardously laugh. A silenced vocabulary realized the words tryst and trust was separated by one letter; why or you…or me, for that matter completes the unfinished symphony. The disenchanted beguine floats into a tear-filled Cinderella dank nightfall – as I stare into the cornea of a brittled pink carnation. My hand, like a fringed strop, needs to remove the strains of a “Mea-Culpa” leitmotif and flog the iniquities of one’s self. Put on a happy face, goddamnit and tell me why you’re gone! Toasted marshmallows is a perfume created for misguided Girls Scouts. Fervent mongrels who refrain from selling photo-pressed carnations and poisonous orchids - dumbly courtsey when idiotic adolescent daydreams prevail upon the blatantly obvious. Thirteen stitches and a numerous array of callous welts reprised our endless beguine. Passion is said to perish in embers. One last charcoal for us to eye and envy. A burnt carnation. A scarred, trembling orchid. The smoldering remains we'll inhale - when this lost and lonely soldier removes the smudged greasepaint from his broken fingertips and eyelashes to painfully and pitifully put on a happy face just for you.
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