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Apr 2016
Goodbyes typed, with shaking hands
the pain in the chest, that slowly expands,
till it consumes, every last thought,
all the hope, has lead to naught.

Maybe one day, this feeling will die,
but then on that day, so might I.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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   Amidst reality
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