Painted Smile
J Jennifer Birchall
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You can't see her soul weeping
She paints on a smile with delicate precision
A deep red to match her bleeding heart
Its part of her daily ritual to fool those closest
Doesn't want them to know her deep pain
So you will never hear her cries
Silent tears are saved for her pillow
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