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Jul 2016
I found heaven in your voice, and hell in your wake,
and now in your absence, I find only heartache.
But I'd throw the dice, for one more chance,
to win or lose, or catch your glance,
because my dear I never said,
but I can't get your image, out of my head.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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