Lorn
I've been pillaged and plundered...
My soul picked apart —
What little I had to begin with,
You finished it off
Like a vulture who circled,
Just waiting for the kill —
I languished below,
While you got your fill
And when you were done,
I was torn irreparably apart —
Satisfied, you flew off...
Looking for your next mark.
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