Brittaney Clipson Poet Free verse

Done

Yeah;
You're still here,
Filling my thoughts,
Eating away at
What's left of me,
Not stopping
Until you hit the core.
Then,
You've had your fun,
Nothing left to take.
So I'm tossed aside,
Left to rot.
While you're still
Laughing,
Smiling,
Living.


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