goodbye
<>she wrote her letter of goodbye
in perfect grammar penned
not the kind of letter she always used to send
no drawings, no hearts or stars
no guess at what life meant
no sealed with a kiss, no scent's
no colour or no promises
but only wretched rhombuses
all sterile barren white
such paper cuts to her successful caper
no prints, no spit and nothing more to say
just footsteps
the kind that slowly walked away
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