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  Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
Fear is but a sentiment
The weak holds for being what they are,
For being what they made themselves.*
-fir.m
  Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
I don't want to run away 'cause things are bad
I want to run away just because there isn't much worth staying for.*

-fir.m
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  Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
It's warm.
What is this blissfulness?
"It's me.. You're not alone"
Embedded in the eardrum.
Tears disappeared
By just one glance at that curve on the face
That weird, yet such an euphoric curve
It's called a smile
Strange-
For it made the pain scattered
What is this comfort?  

Soon a smile was made apart of the appearance
Apart of the life
This curve was then around all the corners of the world

But where is the warmth?
The one that was felt in the beginning
It was always felt in thy heart
It was always seen when looked right..
But is no more seen or felt.
Blinked away,
It vanished
And where was thy?
Back in the cold.
The smile, euphoric?
What's that?

-fir.m

— The End —