Her

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I couldn't help but kiss her one last time,

I couldn't leave her with out that

She was in tears,
My hands wiping away the loose ones,
Her face was warm and wet,
I laid my lips on hers one last time,

It was painful,
I couldn't stand it,

I pulled away, holding back my tears.

'I have to go, my love'

She looked at me,
Then nodded,

I mouthed I love you, one last time.

Then, I just left.

Wanting the desire of her, even more.

It didn't feel like reality,

It felt more of a nightmare.

Something was whispered,

"You're dreaming"

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