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点击复制Morning touches the handle you once held
Metal breathes beneath forgotten warmth
Steam rises through thin forgiveness
Tea stains the cup like memory
You have gone yet color remains
A fragrance mild as understanding
No voice follows no demand persists
Only stillness with a pulse
The sun enters without permission
Illuminates what loss cannot hide
Even farewell shines for a moment
Before dissolving into grace