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Mar 2016
She was the ever untamed tide,
and I the beaten shore.
She was always coming in,
then fleeing out, once more.

And as the shore, awaits the sea
so to did I await her kiss.
And much like a neap-tide shore ,
she's the one thing that I miss
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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