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Mar 2015
The kind of eyes that abate my fears,
The sweetest voice, I've heard in years,
The kind of good I used to doubt,
The good that I can't live without,
The kind of nice I thought was gone,
In a world that seems to have moved on,
The kind of happy that can't be true,
But somehow is, when I'm with you.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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