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Feb 2012
And then
sometimes
I get scared
That I'm losing
everything
slowly
slowly enough
not to notice
the missing pieces
until one day
I go to open my heart
and find
that it is
Empty
Aila Natasha
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Aila Natasha
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   mads and Shane Carmichael
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