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That night with a warm, bitter scent, I watched the sad sky. Your footsteps echoed far away, and your hand, like mist— I couldn’t touch it, only feel it; but you were already gone. You taste like goodbye.

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Date: 6/2/2025 4:37:00 PM
Hello Rodrigo, lovely sad poem!
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