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The Smile (a poem by Lauren Curr) 

"Is it alright if I sit here?" A voice deeper than some chirped, It must've where she's from and She smiled the night away. Her make up glowing from her cheeks, Her facial bones a silver line, But what was dazzling is eau natural, It's her radiant beaming smile. Lips made up with raspberry-red, Glitter… Continue reading The Smile (a poem by Lauren Curr)