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Oct 2014
Her
Her eyes shining, like burning stars
Idle chat about this future of ours
The soft sweet voice, of my next mistake
Has now got me, tempting fate
A simple kiss of burning desire
I'd say it feels wrong, but I'd be a liar
I check my phone, and it's her number I dial
She greets each text, with a soft warm smile
Now I'm not sayings she's set my heart alight
I'm merely implying, this all feels right
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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