i'm a left over girl
with all my left over pieces
the things you didn't want
you claim you didn't needyou stoop to pick up
the drops from my eyelids and
blink in confusion when
they evaporate right in your handsyou pick at the food on your plate
and end up dragging your fork
from the freckles on my cheeks
to the soles of my feeti have plenty of me
to go around
but after awhile
i'm not even a person anymore
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