GoodBye

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Oh, how I miss you,

The way your cool hand would caress mine,

The way your lips would linger for a moment too long,

Then it was over,

Over faster than it started,

Our love turned sour,

Hours turned to minutes,

Minutes seemed like forever,

Words were said,

Punches were thrown,

I grew tired, 

You grew tired,

We finally said our goodbyes and then you were gone, 

Gone forever

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