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Feb 2014
You know boy, treasure that kiss
and all the others, they'll be pure bliss
For I had one once, a velvet kiss
on her soft, lush lips.

For me there's no more, not one such kiss
And they're one thing I'm sure I'll miss
One thing about which I'll reminisce
So yes boy, treasure that kiss
I thought I knew who thisΒ Β was too when I while I was writing it. But I only realized afterwards that I was wrong. It isn't meant for him, it is meant for the me of 2013
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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