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May 2010
Passion
was merely a word
until
that taste
in your mouth

and

Pain
was merely a thought
until
that ache
in your heart


and

Love
was a good feeling

until
the word
goodbye

until
the thought
of leaving

and
the
unthinking
of what you've
left behind
Written by
Ochre
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