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She couldn’t mask her disappointment;

She could try - misdirect, deflect -

But the look had crossed her nose,

Landed there, 

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The way a horsefly might

Had it intended to take a bite.

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And she knew, perfectly well, 

That there’d be those who’d find an innate pleasure

In seeing her discontented 

In exactly this way.

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F**k em …

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She said, into the cooling lips of her coffee mug.

And then she winced, laughed

And wrote the goddamned poem 

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Anyways.

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