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Let’s split in half — the window’s light,
the cluttered past we left behind,
a glass of wine that fades the night,
and thoughts you kept in forest mind.
Your favorite paths — the ones you knew,
that wind through memories and shade,
and rain that drifted soft and true,
like whispers in a brook’s cascade.
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