The End

I find no satisfaction in your kisses, dry cool skin
No warmth in your embrace, I’d prefer a sweater
I can’t focus on the conversation,
How many ways can you tell me about you
No sense of loss at your leaving
I exhale a sigh of relief
Does this mean we’re through

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