Smile.
Smile.
Dust in your lungs,
Thumping in your head,
Ice in your soul.
Just smile.
Hands in the sky,
Rays against your skin,
Eyes shut, arms open.
Smile with false eyes and wrinkled temples.
With broken hearts.
Shams are the new you.
Falseness is the new dream.
Smile.
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