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Here’s the Rub
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Lessons Learned My happiness used to
rub off on you,
smiles imprinted
on dimpled cheeks
transferred from
my face to yours.
Until neither of us
were happy anymore
leaving only
depression to mask
our expressions.
Maybe that is
why you feel
the need to rub
my melancholy
countenance
in my face,
to remind me who
made who happy.
