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Apr 2017
And so death comes,
with crimson tides,
with cold harsh steel,
and graceful strides,
with burning pain,
and sweet release,
but at least this feeling,
will come to cease.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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   ryn, J, Lauren Ehrler, ---, Francie Lynch and 12 others
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