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dear jiyun,


here it is,

last day
last letter

all this
and I still can't let go
of your memory

of what we had,
you

to forget like any logical
person would,
the inevitable art of moving on
doesn't seem to suit me

and now I know
there are zero factors
that'd keep me away from the
sweet scent
of roses that's still creeping
on my sheets

the dead petals in the bottom
of my glass vases,
the ones you used to pick up

the pair of forgotten
fuchsia boots
that I kept
in the back of my closet

and the sensation of your
late night kiss
whenever I'd have a nightmare.

you know,
this whole life has been
an undying nightmare that's crippling my limbs

&

butchers whatever ghost of
a chance
I'm desperately trying
to keep on the surface,

gasping for air,
drowning

and you're not here
to redeem me with your buss

save me from the disgrace,
salvage what's left of
this person.

never thought those
words would
come out of my mouth,

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