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Sep 2016
What the point in poetry?
It doesn't change a thing.
It doesn't make a difference,
so why let my heart sing?

Whatever I say, you still won't care.
Why do I even try?
I'm in love but what's it worth?
I'd rather I just die.
I can't give up, but I don't see why I write.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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