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Sep 22
The last time I saw your face
I felt the depth of your stare
Now you look right through me
as if I wasn't there.

The last time I held your hand
You squeezed mine back
Now hand in hand together
Your grip goes slack.

The last time I kissed you
I heard and felt your moan
Now I hear and feel nothing
It's like I'm all alone.
Sam Harty
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Sam Harty  63/F/La
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