See me when I'm happy and know
that I am, too, when I know
that you know I am.
Down with the drama,
away with the fancy lines.
When I'm out of pretty words to say,
I want you to listen to the sound
of my laughter, observe the flushes
of red on my face, and notice
when I am cross-faced, speechless,
wide-eyed, or motionless so that even
without my play of words,
you would know...
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