smile at me when no one's watching,
at the peak of graceless evening.
I stay back and seem untouchy.
You're not owed to love me dearly.
Still, the glance from you is cheerful.
There's no shadow lurks in depth.
Too many things I took on credit,
and still in debt.
they are portraits of all eager,
you are pocketful of sun.
An odor of boiling ego,
smelling like a loaded gun.
smile at me
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