In a life she would leave me, I am left alone. No one beside me. No tasty bone. I am a slave with no pay and can not keep on. Love tucked away to be served to no one. Where could she go that would lead her to fun. Packed up her things yet she left only a gun. Victim stays while the suspect turns and runs. Guess this is her idea of having won.
Submitted: August 14, 2015
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