A smile stretches across your face,
White teeth gleaming,
Brighter than any star,
But not brighter than heaven,
For that would be pure evil.
Copyright Feb, 2011.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 4:34 PM UTC
A smile stretches across your face,
White teeth gleaming,
Brighter than any star,
But not brighter than heaven,
For that would be pure evil.
Copyright Feb, 2011.
Found this one lingering in an old binder.
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