A smile can tell a thousand lies
Its truth unrecognizable to its possessor
Within the reflection of a mirror
Hung upon so many walls
By too many broken nails
Every night seems darker than its prior
And each morning's sun rises later
Awakens to shine without interruption
Upon a sidewalk once littered with the shadow of existence
Too many stepped on cracks
And a face is left to age naked
Except for a smile etched by the cruellest of memories
As an everlasting reminder of a once newly purchased mirror
Where did last fall's leaves go?
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