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 She Might Smile


but expectations are nothing more

than fantasies with pretend outcomes

and certain disappointment


how many tagged along

I can't know

each a ragtag string of events


how many trailing joy

how many dragging sorrow

perhaps she knows


now she can expect to be things

she couldn't be with me

even happy for a while


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