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Sep 2013
But how can I let this blackness consume my tortured soul
I feel it slipping away one precious strand at a time.  
I am almost numb to the point where
*Even your warm gaze and tender lips
Couldn't thaw even the surface
Of my frozen heart
Natasha
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Natasha  25/F/here, there & everywhere
(25/F/here, there & everywhere)   
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