viii. poetry

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i wish i had the heart to tell you what's wrong
and why i have my mouth poked out as you put it,
and i'm sorry but i just simply cannot.
so i'll force a smile,
and steady my voice and tell you
"i'm fine,"
even if we both know it's a lie.

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