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Starting with Goodbyes

I haven’t changed the bedsheets

In the seven days since you left

The scent of your skin

Still lingers

Like ocean spray

On my hair

In the folds of the cloth remain

Memories of our entwined

limbs, dreams, stories

The shadows of your empty words

The nostalgia of your eyes

Nothing lasts forever

So we never made promises

We always knew

We will never be

And started with Goodbyes

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