Trash Thoughts (a)

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Im sitting outside,
in the dark,
on a trash day,
because that used to be our only time together.

Your brother
left the light on in your room,
and I keep thinking you're home.

The cold wind reminds me
of the secret hugs
and stolen kisses.

There's a foreign feeling in my stomach,
but it's no longer the one you gave me,
it's dark,
and sad.

I can't help but hope
that the tiktok witches
are right about you.

-m.

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