If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: The Last Time

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Sunday, February 1, 2009

The Last Time

It just happened without me knowing it, we ended, and now we’re over. I can’t remember our last kiss, the last time we held hands, or looked at each other as if we were friends. So kiss me one more time, so I will remember when the last time was. Sign in to see full entry.

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