Another M&M smile, and I
Sit, wathcing it blur and melt in my eyes.
Not in my hands.
The children arounds me, asking why
I'm not married, I'm so pretty, I don't have
Children of my own.
I'm too young, I'm too young, I'm too young.
And that was the only lie I ever told--
I could tell them why wthe sky was blue;
Or how to paint a clown;
Or that some
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