By IMERPUS RELUR
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In a marketplace of faces,
He wandered.
Smiles for sale.
Eyes full of yesterday.
He tried one on.
Then another.
None fit.
Until he found one labeled:
> "Never Used.
Made From Tears Not Shed."
He didn't wear it.
He held it close.
And for the first time—
his real face blinked.