I drip the paint brush,
into red paint.
And begin tracing
a smile
on the mask
the world gave me.
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One Liners
PoetryPoetry is music, music in retrun saves my thought. ------------------ A collection of one sentence/one line poems that range from hope to death. And everything in between.
55. Smile for the World
I drip the paint brush,
into red paint.
And begin tracing
a smile
on the mask
the world gave me.
