Fifth

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Porcelain lips, Opal eyes
A candy smile, a little laugh
A joy resoundng deep inside

Cracked lips, distant eyes
A forced grin, a false giggle
A melancholy cover blinding me

Neglected lips, weary eyes
Hands tangled in hair, wet with tears
A stabbing numb, chilling me inside until

I die.

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