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Goodbye (Love Poem)
Is this madness, this something called love?
And sometimes desire and often just lust.
When I drown in the moment I forget who
I am, and more important, who I am not.
When the time comes for our goodbyes,
A last kiss always stays with me, so that
Although we’re apart, I know we are not.
poem
by
Ian Beckett
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