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Apr 2015
I looked to the heavens, for my salvation,
and they came burning down
I went to the beach, to get away from the heat,
and in the water I started to drown
I ran off to the woods, to find me some peace
but they came and hunted me down
So I set off alone, and found my own place
a king all alone, with a knife, and a crown.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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