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Mar 2020
The limelight dims, the curtains fall,
Unset the stage, we've seen it all.
The story's told, it's a such a shame,
The backdrop's new, the end's the same.
Why do we bother, to take our seat?
The play is sad, and all too fleet.
Through empty rows, his voice now leaps,
And into him, emptiness seeps.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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     Salmabanu Hatim and vb
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