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Last is Love

When words escape me
Feelings do not
And what we meant
You forgot

Our love is no longer
My heart is a shell
But I can not remember
When we fell

Last is love
First is hurt
Nothing is lower
Than feeling like dirt




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cdancer17 said...
Oct. 7, 2009 at 3:04 pm:
I know in my quote I spelled you instead of your...forgive me. Now I know haste makes waste.
 
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