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Apr 2016
Woken by a pain, I should no longer feel,
still nursing old wounds, that refuse to heal.
And in the cold, dim light of day,
I know I'll always, feel this way.
But thought I try, I can't make things right,
I still miss my angel, every night.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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