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"Lasts"
There is a feeling of missing love ,
A kind for which I can only replace from Above.
You are missing and I recalled,
The lasts, until the fall.
The dance; you pushed me away,
The calls; you would not take.
The last intimacy, you bargained to fain,
A door closed so I surrendered to pain.
The last kiss...........I cannot recall.
And perhaps that - is the worst last of all.
~ Estaban Ztruck
