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I read your letters, every one of them.
The last the most, because I keep searching for your goodbye,
In words, lines and different languages.
The ink fades, your voice louder than before.
My hands, trembling, wine on the floor.
Whine in the bathroom, crying in the party.
Phone in my hand, voicemail empty.
Like how you tried to leave me, in my black dress and your blue
suit,
My heels, your diamonds.
Still rummaging my brain for your goodbye,
And suddenly I stopped,
To listen, and then I realized,
You never said hello to begin with.
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