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The Last Goodbye

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He took my hand,
and gazed into my eyes,
my soul opened up,
like a flower to light.

A kiss on each cheek,
the faint smell of mint,
he released my hands;
a shiver down my spine.

He turned around,
and took a step forward,
one glance back,
and that was that.

Away he went,
away he stayed,
how I wish I wasn't there,
for our last goodbye.




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