your face drawn on with bold black lines
then colored in with purest white
outside, and brightest red within
- and royal blue,
around blue eyes
so all the people too far back
atop the furthest bleacher rows
can see your face as you smile wide,
and you go through
your stunts and throws
but in your throes,
your sticky kisses
leave such smears,
streaked pinks and grays
dear, you're a mess! Yet anyone
could see that smile
from miles away
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