If I have to think
of you,
it's your smile.
And I do have to think of you.
It's not a choice.
I can't just turn it off.
And so, it goes.
That endless loop.
Your smile.
Try to forget.
Then back to that smile.
The smile that could end a thousand wars,
except for the war in my heart.
It will end me,
that smile.
And when the end comes,
I shall have nothing more to do,
than to smile. :)
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Lulu
A woman of the world.
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