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Feb 2015
For a second for I forgot, but thank god I remember
there a reason out fire's now just a dying ember.
Her pretty brown eyes, they shine in the sun
she might not be good, but she's **** good fun.
I've had too many angels, I need a good sinner
the others all lost, but this one's a winner.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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