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It's all in the eyes
No lips
No mist
Just this crocked smile and nothing more
An additional form of flaggelation
After our way
Of thinking like points of Rimbaud
When the anger is gone
One sometimes comes
To realize
That things that are for real
Never really fades away
It's still there
