It is the thing I do in rebellion to the many things that try to trim my joy
and sometimes gouge
and sometimes win
so when I smile,
It is vast like the solar system
stretched like a big top tent,
wide as a tug boat
pulling everything
I’ve ever been
right alongside me
and carrying it in my smile lines.
I don’t care if they’re as big as I am.
I earned them.
I sky scraper big smile
and I don’t always mean it
but I always try to mean it.
‘Cause I am always a god
but sometimes I forget.
I am
a god
but sometimes
it is of broken and worn things maybe
but doesn’t that include smile lines?
Isn’t that erosion the consequence of my joy?
Isn’t it worth it to sometimes lose?
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👏👏👏
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