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Smiling Rust

Smiling Rust
By Janie Cao
Edited by Mary Abramczuk
My grandpa used to be a particular quirky smile.

He was once a certain amused sigh.


But nowadays, at visits I pay

He’s a bag of dust— hidden behind marble and rust.


On those days, I am truly glad

That I believe in more than what passes the eye.


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