No More Titles
A title is a weak place
Its smile or frown could be pretend
Like hair hidden in any hat
It could hold many split ends
A title is a mask
The pages hold its self esteem
A title couldd look so calm
Inside it may want to scream
Titles are a flaw in the system
Everyone has one and we use them
Our pages are who we really are
We should let in shine bright
One only smiles truly
If it come from the inside
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