Smile
A small twitch
Curving the corners
Of his soft lips
The chasm widens
A glare of white
Protecting the black within
Eyes curve upwards
Mimicking below
Wrinkles form underneath
Loud and boisterous
Yet quiet in sound
Warmth flows from him
He smiles wide
Caramel orbs
Welcoming me home
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