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Apr 2016
I'd risen early in disarray, I'd now realised in the cold light of day.
That kiss, that touch, 'I wish I could pray!', I feel my life falling into decay.
No sweet words were spoken in our final farewell, I bet you were thinking... 'Go to hell!'.
An errant word spoken out of text, 'I loved you deeply', It's like walking on egg-shells.
But my loving gaze will reach you no more, because this is the final time I pass through your door.
It's a fond farewell I'm wishing on you, our relationship is over, no please or thank you.
Philip Shepherd
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Philip Shepherd  UK
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   Dawn Lambert
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