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Sep 2015
I'm here on the sand where I once pinned you down,
but I'm here with her, and I can't help but frown.
I though it'd help, burn the memory away,
but now I just really, miss that day,
and she doesn't know, she means nothing to me,
as I lie to her, it's just love she can see.
A picnic, on the sand, by the water, with a beautiful girl, why aren't I happy?
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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     Dhaye Margaux, ---, --- and Bek Blanchard
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