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🥀 Love Left a Cup of Tea, Still Warm

Linksmarx · 2025-06-30T10:17:13.109516+01:00

He left — not with noise, but with the kind of silence that haunts doorknobs. There was no fight, just a quiet forgetting. My name unlearned like a bad habit. He said goodbye without saying it — just stopped replying like a sentence left hanging mid-air. …

Literature 49 days ago

Linksmarx
49 days ago

He left —

not with noise,

but with the kind of silence

that haunts doorknobs.

There was no fight,

just a quiet forgetting.

My name unlearned

like a bad habit.

He said goodbye

without saying it —

just stopped replying

like a sentence

left hanging mid-air.

But I kept his teacup.

It’s the only thing he ever warmed

and didn’t abandon.

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Michael
49 days ago

Nice

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- Linksmarx
  49 days ago
  
  Okay
  
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- Linksmarx
  49 days ago
  
  👍
  
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Michael
49 days ago

Nice

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- Linksmarx
  49 days ago
  
  Thanks so much
  
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