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Apr 28, 2012

hope ?


She sat waiting
Waiting to be picked up
Waiting to be nurtured
 loved
She waited

Noisily at first
With ever decreasing
Whimpers, moans
sobs
She waited

Until she cried no more
She expected no more
She hoped no more
lone
She stopped waiting

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