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Nov 2011
Looking out the window
I wait.
For your old black truck.
With the little noose
hanging from the rearview mirror.

Waiting.
For you to come back.
To tell me you love me.
Or for revenge.

Either way.
You'll **** me in the end.
So I just wait.
Marie Hackler
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Marie Hackler
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