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May 2021
I drank the wine
From my lovers glass
And I secretly prayed
It wasn’t my last

She cleverly told me
I was still her friend
But in reality
It felt like the end

I put down my drink
And said my goodbye
Then noticed her tears
Why did she cry

I’m so very sorry
Was the words she exclaimed
Which led to a reawakening
As my passions inflamed

And then we made love
So beautiful and true
Then came those dreaded words
You know l don’t love you
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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