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Sep 2014
The howl wind, and the lash of rain
An eternal storm, of boundless pain
The long gray tendrils of cloud and fog
Darker than, the city's fog
The roar of thunder, and flash of light
Illuminates, this endless night
But despite this ever, ongoing storm
Inside one remains, both safe and warm
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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   Santiago, ---, ryn, Jonny Angel and Pax
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