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Jan 2016
I see you in the ocean, as I stare out at sea,
and miss you when I sit, where you once sat with me.
When I awake from a nightmare, with my heart all a'race,
the one sight I wish for, is your beautiful face.
I miss your laugh when I think of, jokes I wish I could tell,
and I miss your gentle sweetness, when my life feels like hell.
I miss my little angel, when I stare at the rain,
I miss you so much, that my heart fills with pain.
I miss your perfect hair, as I watch the flames dance,
and I miss that first night, when we took that first chance.
But our story's not over, our story's not done,
I might miss you now, but I know you're the one.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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