A smile, is despair in deception
It is the deception in depravity
For it is the depravity of depression
The depression is of the deceased
Alas! The deceased is devoid
Of doing anything remotely human!
Yet smile is despair in deception
A device for the deceased
Now you may ask me
How do I know?
I know it, I am sure!
For I am never devoid of a smile!
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Yet smile is despair in deception. Really one wonderful poem shared on. Nicely penned poem.