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
--
Pointless, I know.
