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Sep 2015
I saw the way you looked at me,
In your eyes there was no love, or none I could see,
I felt your warm hands slowly turn to cold,
As the memory of us withered and grew old,
I saw the light of your love flee your eyes,
And saw your passion slowly encrusted in ice,
I watched you leave, to never return,
As you watched my heart, slowly crash and burn.
The Wordsmith
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The Wordsmith  Ghana
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   Rose, Cheyenne and mickey finn
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