55 Fiction: How Long Does A Smile Last?

I measured the days in her smiles.  Some were short but sweet.  Others went on and on while the sun nor the moon held jurisdiction over them.  I’ve lived lifetimes through her smiles and grew old at the corners of her lips.  Like the last leaf falling from a tree I’ll die when she stops.

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