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As the lips that once told me



they loved me, claimed to love me no more,



I wondered how to stop the tears



that flowed so freely to the floor.







As the eyes that once held a look



so warm, could no longer hold my stare,



I wondered if there was a time



then those eyes really did care.







As the arms that once held me



and comforted me, now just pushed me away,



I wondered why my time was through



and why I could not stay.