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Aug 2013
He sits

In his sun-washed study

Easel in hand

&

Reminds himself



"Without tragedy;

There is no


Creativity"






And uses




The back of his hand




To fight






His dampened eyes.
Natasha
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Natasha  25/F/here, there & everywhere
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