she carries her own trunk of baggage,
an elephant, she'll never forget.
betrayal caused her to pack it in,
that pachyderm you'll always regret.
she would have been loyal forever
and led you cross deserts to green,
to flood plains where you could recover
in water and pastures serene.
the Okavango Delta calls to her
and for months she'd have led you along
to a magical mystical wetland
where finally you'd seem to belong.
but instead you went and you ruined it,
so now, you'll have to find your own way,
you made your own desert, now lie in it -
trudging alone day after day after day.
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