i let You

speak for me.

You make

my mouth move.

But it is not

my words

i say.

It is Your words

i say.

And sometimes—

sometimes they

are very

ugly.

You have made

me so

ugly.

Yet i still seem

to smile.

But it is

not my smile.

It is

Yours.

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