Goodbye
In a lone house,
On a lone desk,
Black fluid stands still
Slowly oozing.
Dripping, dripping down
A single feather lies, ink
Still fresh, bleeding off..
A single, ancient letter,
Unsent
Unread
Unnoticed.
Tear stains surround
Two words, forever emblazoned:
Goodbye, Love.
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