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Sep 2014
Blood-drops splatter, on the cold wood floor
as I rest my head, against the door
A painful distraction, from the hurt in my head
and another reminder, of all the times I have bled

Oh how I wish, that's what I could do
But I can't because it, would only hurt you
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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