AND SO, REPUTEDLY SMALL
The face here wears a thousand disguises -
things I see and things I do not. Take that
lip, for instance, the upper; with what joy
it seems to smile and glimpse and glimmer
at things. My veritable circus of reaction,
you can be. The red-cheeked love that is
all of yours, that too can be cloaked in
Happiness. Ah, what a fine portrait I see.
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