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Oct 2015
I'm so forgetful,
Because I'm busy remembering the important things.
Like the voice of my angel,
Who lost her wings,
or the way she smelled,
or the way she walked,
or the way she hit me,
or the way she talked.

Yet away from me, these things do slip,
the important things, escaped my grip.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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     Earl Jane and mickey finn
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