On a gust of wind. I'll float away, maybe like an old party streamer, but let's not kid ourselves, more accurately, a piece of garbage. A piece of garbage so unwanted that whoever threw her out couldn't even be bothered to make it into the trash can.
She's lifted from the sidewalk and spins up and up in a gust. Maybe she'll get stuck in a tree, or maybe she'll just land at the dump. Where she's always belonged. It was nice pretending for a while. It was stupid, but at least it was nice.
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