Detachable Smile,

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My smile, like many others

Over the years, depletes in numbers

Over time it's become easier

To attach and reattach

Lighting up and burning out

Like a lifeless match

I'm, burning up

I'm, burning out

But my eyes aren't dry, there is no doubt

There is no absence of tears

And my frown has become more distinct

That is, my smile, like many others

May go extinct

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