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Abandoned Lot


They used to come to me often

Eager to get out of their cars and watch the sun set

i was the hangout spot

i was loved, respected

they kept me clean and never trashed me

then one day, they all left

i cried for days, weks, nights

i had no one

 i had been abandoned

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raerae1411
<p>a poem i wrote in creative writing class.</p>

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