I smile,
As the cold November rain lightly falls,
Washing away what I once was,
Quenching my thirst.
A smile,
My pupils dialate.
I see something I like,
Something I need.
The smile,
The smile that feeds my craving.
The smile that keeps me going.
The smile that makes me wake with a matching smile.
And with that cold November rain,
November love sprouts from that smile,
You make me want to be a better man.
So smile,
You've changed me.
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