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Jun 2017
I miss the days, when I could say,
all the things I needed to,
When I could stutter through some poems,
And explain why I love you.

I miss the days when I could call,
At 2AM in tears,
And you would be there for me,
And brush away my fears.

I miss the days when I was there,
And you were by my side,
When you laughed your sweet sweet laughter,
And I didn't have to hide.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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   Lauren Ehrler
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