I know, I know, another free-verse poem. But I'm working on a regular one-shot right now, except I opened it on a computer at school and wrote some and forgot to upload it again, so I can't finish it now.

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She gave him all

Waited, expected

Hoped

That he'd come

But did he?

He didn't

Of course not

He found someone else

Someone prettier

Funnier

Better in bed

And so,

Tess Tyler

Was alone

Again

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Pointless, I know.