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Apr 2016
I lived to write, so here's my last,
I'm haunted by the days gone past,
your image never left my head,
but perhaps it will when I am dead,
probably won't, but it's worth a shot,
you're the one, but we know I'm not.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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