mzeal
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
last drop
A seat is empty at the little table in the corner.
Her across-the-hall friend grieves as she realizes she has "lost her best friend here."
A room is suddenly vacant.
Till the last drop of water flows under the bridge, we can stay.
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