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Submitted by Misanthrope

*Note: This poem is copyright work of the author and may not be republished or distributed for any reason without the author’s consent.*

Love is the taste of his kiss
the scent of his shirt
The things that you miss

Love is the pain that you feel when he’s gone
When he’s left you alone
When his world has withdrawn

Love is the wind
So fleeting and unkind
As it’s taken away
As he leaves you behind

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