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Poetry
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Jun 2, 2021
My smile got hijacked by the veil.
Trailing my nose in the bargain.
Fabricating my breathing on a device.
Which made me count it more than my blinks.
I figured out smiling was more significant, than breathing.
Even though my 32 teeth were concealed under the drape.
I directed my eyes by teaching them to smile.
They behaved as they were taught by breaking their comfort zone.
I picked up a permanent red marker drawing an open mouth with a broad smile.
The white field played like my teeth.
The people who saw me, saluted me, laughing hard.
That made my heart rhythm, singing, life is what you want to hear.
