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Oct 2014
Well I managed one day, but I think I went mad
Not that you care, and that's what's making me sad
I dreamt of your touch, of your curves, of your voice
That now are all gone, since you've made your choice
In my dreams, you still loved me
And that's all I want, oh why can't you see?
That without I can't take joy in the warmth of the sun
Because nothing's as warm as your smile was, ***.
I just want to scream out, I love you
But you'll never be here for me to scream to
Day two. I'm still in love, and I can't believe you're gone.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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