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A slow departure, felt in quiet shifts,
As presence fades and silence drifts.
A hand that loosens in a gentle hold,
A story ending before it’s fully told.
It is the distance in a crowded room,
The softest fading, like the twilight gloom.
A love that lingers, though the heart must break,
As memories become the only way to wake.

Answer 1

ooooooooooooo dude this is good!

Answer 2

he said rate gng... 6.7/100

Answer 3

ill give it like uhh 6 7 nah im kiding ill give it a 8

Answer 4

considering the flow and the possibility for potential i'd give it an 8/10