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Jan 2015
Your laughter was more beautiful than any song
now I've forgotten it, and everything feels wrong
I'm slowly forgetting, the taste of your lips
and the exact perfect curve, of your beautiful hips,
Now we're just memories, I messed up and lost you
I've just got the memories, I can't lose those too.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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