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Dec 2015
Our every kiss, was cast in shade.
each time your presence, had my day made,
it was the dark of night, or rain, or cloud,
the pathetic fallacy was screaming loud,
yet I ignored it, for I loved you,
but now I know, I wasn't meant to.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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