Stifle a smile,
pretend for a day.
It could go on for a while,
you'd pull through someday.
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PoetryIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
Someday (Stanza Edtion)
Stifle a smile,
pretend for a day.
It could go on for a while,
you'd pull through someday.
