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Brains race, and
shadows trace
lines across
the empty case
of who I am
and what I'll be
marking signs
so you may see
things I say,
and things I may
keep hidden
just so smiles will stay
built on top of each other
as they stack looser and looser
and lose their shape, their sense of structure
until they fall and leave without thunder
without a warning
without a sound
without a smile
without a frown
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