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Feb 2016
Your eyes are all dull and your cheeks are all red,
Forever with you? Ha I'd be better off dead.
You're such an ugly, manipulative, little piece of work
the thought I once called you perfect, makes me go berserk.
How could anyone love, someone like you,
how could I be so stupid as to once want to.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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