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Apr 2019
I hope he compares her eyes to endless stormy seas,
Because I regret writing poems that were anything like these.
I wish I'd never lost any sleep looking for the words,
So I hope he compares her voice to the song of birds.
But I hope he knows poems aren't enough,
She never deserved any of this stuff.
I never loved her, never will,
But I wish her the best even still.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
       Rich Hues, Zia, Beaux, Lauren Ehrler and ---
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