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my confession must begin with an apology; i'm sorry-- the smiles that embrace me from ear to ear are not my own, they are borrowed from the faces of children who will change their gaze from sidewalk to visage to wish another well maybe he took with him the memory of how to smile that brand of bright shiney smile when he went away but no matter-- what I meant to say is I'm sorry but I can't smile upon you the way that you should be smiled at I'm sorry that every time your face goes to gladness my eyes turn to a fleeting childhood grin, harder to grasp by the minute I am sorry to have to walk around in this responsible world afforded with the view of soulless haphazard little shits flashing me some third-grade RIPOFF that too closely resembles mine, except without the hope of healing, of friendship and trust, of the milk and cookies kind of joy remembered in your company
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hmm... starts off good. second stanza's great. sorta falls away into rant, though.
I was kind of going for rant, hoping that my ending would make it ok. :(
DOn't take my word as gospel. others might like it that way. I think it degrades. (you know I wouldn't say that to anyone I don't like. (; )
Hm. I'm prejudiced against rants at the moment. I must say, there's some good phrases in this, though. "The smiles that embrace me / from ear to ear" just rocks my world.
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