A poem I wrote titled “Vultures” - 10/12/22


Picking away at what they see as my lifeless body

Pick pick picking


Soon there will be no more left

They’re killing me slowly

Taking off bits and pieces

I’m not dead 

I’m just sedentary 

But no matter how many times I let them know

They. Keep. Picking.

By Lizdexx

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THATZ SO COOL! great vocabulary!!! you should keep making poems ill 100% read!! <33

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