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some faces seem
chiseled by a craftsman
his repeating grin
was hard as in a statue

but it was liveliness
that walked with a female shade
saw but seldom tenderness
in the little occupied space

was never sure if a smile
was honest or bitter
for being in such a sty
maybe he just dragged her

I will never know
as communication was always cut
one was constantly in a show
and the other with the mouth shut