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Does she Regret?

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The dog turns its head looking down the path as she carries it,
its cute nose and dark eyes innocently.
She is holding it close as it provides her intimacy
Down the long road towards the valleys.

With her pink back pack and her high heeled boots,
her tiny knotted bow, and white dress
Does she regret leaving him to get away?

She has no idea where she is going, no path to follow
as she jangles the dog collar
She does not regret leaving him
for the path ahead offers her a better future.

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