Don't give up so soon.
And so she began to cut and sew again.
She's putting things in her suitcase
and reading old writings.
She's still missing those friends,
wondering where they've all gone.
A flat buffalo lays upon a pile of scraps.
A cat lays on a stack of bags.
Put her in your dreams, your memories
that's all that's left.
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