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| It's that strange, familiar feeling The ghosts of lovers past. A bittersweet emotion Of something that didn't last. It started out so wonderful. It burned so hot and fast. That wonderful, romantic love That nothing could surpass. Our love didn't dim, it just couldn't be We knew it wouldn't last. So now I think fondly back Of the ghosts of lovers past. -KMP- Copyrighted � 2003 Katherine M. Parisse. |
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| If you wish to view more of my poetry about "The Heart Breaks", please use the pull down menu. |
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