I search a party of better bodies, of better company,
in hopes of forgetting you
I look for ones who almost looks like you,
who has resemblance
But they aren't you
They are not you
I'd understand why you lock me out
outside your cottagecore cabin where your heart resides
I'll wait day and night
under the porchlight
I hope you received my messages
I slipped under the door
in the form of poetry
every word I said is written
deep down in eternity
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