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Dec 2014
I miss the way you said my name
I miss loving you and you feeling the same
I miss that loving, lustful look in your eyes
I miss how around how around time always flies
I miss how every moment with you made want a million more
I miss looking at you, you're the most beautiful thing I ever saw
I miss you, because I'm still in love
and you're still an angel, belonging above
Fixing these up is far less enjoyable than writing new poems is.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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   Dhaye Margaux
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