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Apr 2016
The deep dark red, bleed onto back,
I know she's never, coming back.
I thought we agreed, to leave it alone,
so that I don't want to cut down to bone,
I thought that you might understand,
giving up's not going, quite as planned
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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