Just a smile.
Pursed lips casting an encore of bliss
pursed lips--a fable encasing a memoir
of vehement pain;
pushing away the plate
appetite suddenly gone,
pushing the razor skin deep
seeping not blood but a layer of fear.
The back cover closes but the story still remains.
A smile on the front like an inverted arch,
singing desire to turn over new leaves
to move on to turn pages of a new memoir.
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