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Feb 2015
My soul's as empty as your eyes
that night we said our last goodbyes
I can't feel a thing, because I refuse to
and you don't even care now do you?
But still I sit and think and write
and dream of you, every single night.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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