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Jun 2016
Sweetheart please, spare your heart the hurt,
I know your soul soars when he starts to flirt,
and you don't deserve, to be crying like this,
you deserve a forever, of perfection and bliss,
so do you what you must, to be happy my dear,
don't be trapped, by devastation or fear.
Do you what you need to in order to be happy, please. Don't worry about anyone else but you.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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   Kalon, ---, ---, SPT and APoetisOnly
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