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Jul 2013
There was a table
a lone table
where she sat
with her group of friends

One day, one left.
Another day, another left.

From the group of friends
it became a duo
from the duo
she was left alone

And still
there she sits
there she waits
hoping one would come back

But they never do
and she sits there still
because if she ever left
it would mean
she gave up on her friends

And she hasn't
not yet
because she still believes the best
she hopes they'll come back

There was a lone table
an empty table
with a girl
who had no one
but waited for everyone
derelictmemory
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derelictmemory  Singapore
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