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Rodrigo Chumbile Poem
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.
Copyright © Rodrigo Chumbile | Year Posted 2025
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Rodrigo Chumbile Poem
The worst curse
of being human
is thinking too much.
Doubt is born,
then resentment,
then your own hatred.
Regretfully,
I’ve created
what I never wanted:
a pain of the soul.
Copyright © Rodrigo Chumbile | Year Posted 2025
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