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Originally Posted by dream  He kissed my hand goodbye
all I could do was cry
No more of him will I see
No more picnics under trees
No more trips to the beach
No more massage of my feet
No more strolls to the park
Nor kisses in the dark
He has found a new spark
while turning from his true heart.
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I'm really feeling the emotion in this poem.
