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Sep 2014
Your eyes wide, staring up at me,
How perfect can, an angel be?
Your perfect face, lit up by a smile
You really are perfect, just in denial.
Excitement, fear, helplessness, lust
your eyes portray, the emotions they must.
You lie there helpless, your heart starts to race
Your hair falling perfectly, to frame your face.
That day was perfect, just you and me
with everything how it's supposed to be.
The Last Wordsmith
Written by
The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
250
   ---, --- and Dhaye Margaux
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