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Green spray paint
gives false advertisement
to scorched fields

What now?

What will happen to
the rest of the
blackened earth?

What now?

Where the fuck are
my paint on smiles?
Grins I could
prance around in
for miles

The whole package
Dimples and shit
Cripple free and all

Approach me
Read me a story
The one of my unrestrained hospitality
The pages are blank after 130

What now?

Where the fuck are
my paint on smiles?
Grins I could scratch at
and not even bleed

Approach me
-Hi, how are you!?
But no
Just fuck you

Smiles not even a
papercut could penetrate
Smiles that transform
love into hate
Smiles so unclean
Smiles I could have
left with the Machine

What now?

Where the fuck are
my paint on smiles?
Grins so warm
Grins so cold
Grins so comfortable
Grins if I had...

I would be as snug
as a bug
who dug his own grave.



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On Monday January 19th, 2004, Cwn Annwn (106) writes:
I agree with Suicideseason...Nice write!~GoNe~


On Wednesday December 31st, 2003, purr_verse (1423) writes:
this is fantastic! beautifully written, and i love the title in that petty envious wish-it-was-mine way. >:) Great work. purr


On Wednesday December 31st, 2003, Kittichoo (44) writes:
Why find fake smiles when they only hide what's inside? -nice write


On Wednesday December 31st, 2003, braindead_poet (577) writes:
definitely gives one something to ponder; this piece of art, that is. Not quite sure I totally grasp the full of it, but my intuition tells me it's good ;)


On Wednesday December 31st, 2003, An Expired Member (63) writes:
i had to read it a few times to understand it, but nice write.


On Wednesday December 31st, 2003, gothemite (398) writes:
oooo lovely write.. perfect ending like season said... and by the way i love your pic up there^ i have one like it


On Wednesday December 31st, 2003, suicideseason (2102) writes:
wonderful!"I would be as snug as a bug who dug his own grave."is the perfect end to this vivid piece.~season



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