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She sat there alone Under his table Like a puppy waiting For a piece of bone She always ask herself- Should she stop waiting Or should she continue believing? Now she's here sitting From a distance, waiting That he will take a look At the small souvenir she left Under his table Before she walk away...

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Marguerite

Published: May 20, 2014
Time: 1m

Notes: There's something under his table...
Tags: #love #goodbye #piece #bone #puppy

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