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May 2014
Her smile's warm like a roaring fire
Her voice is soft like the wind through the trees
Her beauty is endless like the sea's

My heart is broken like shattered glass
My head is screeching like metal across stone
My soul is fading like bad memories
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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