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That Sinking Feeling
I'm standing at the sink, washing dishes
and my bored mind floods with memories of our love:
how beautiful it used to be back then.
For the thousandth time I wonder what happened
to spoil something so special.
Perhaps it wasn't perfect
and I always knew she didn't love me,
but we shared such passion
and I'd dream of next time when we were apart.
I need to dry those dishes and dry my eyes!
Copyright ©
Jack Horne
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