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Afterthought

Sweet and thoughtful but always

an afterthought.

I can get a smile for a second but then it passes

as quickly as a rainbow

when the skies darken again.

Try as I may to spark feelings and

have them burn and warm your heart

they flash and flame out in the smallest breeze,

a puff of smoke and a brief moment of hope

before petering out

in your heart.   

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