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Unspoken
love...
she
walks away for the very last time
we
leave what we feel unspoken
years
of knowing each other's moods
knowing
exactly what each look means
as
we both walk away,
we
turn for one last wistful look
through
the cold winter's air,
our
eyes, our hearts , locked in love's embrace
unspoken
love through the years has grown
goodbye, my love...
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