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Jun 2014
Oh how would love to sit beneath this ever quiet moon
My arms around you my dear, I hope this happens soon.
Oh how I wish to just lie there and be with only you my dear
But that won't happen not any time soon, at least that's what I fear
Those perfect days, our fingers knit, where it is just us two
The difference between now them, is that today is missing you.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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