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“I Migrate to Where Smiling is the Default”

Because

Smiles are earned through autonomy

And are beautiful,

Of heaven

 

That’s what is forgotten

In the documented,

The crestfallen

Stabs at containment

 

The fact is,

It’s raining too hard

For stasis

It’s raining need,

Which is voluptuous, vituperative rage,

It’s raining confusion,

Change, with heads swiveling round,

And finally,

It’s raining smiles,

With my hands clenched, my whole body shaking

Front and center, oblivious, useless

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