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Dec 2013
I pick flowers in a meadow
I look ahead and see a shadow

He is angel of death
Clothed in black
He comes closer and I feel his icy breath

He removes his hood
And there we stood

We stare at each other
He looks in my eyes
And he see's the pain I hide

He grabs my hand
And he say's to come with me
I follow
So we can be free
Natasha Smith
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Natasha Smith  Maine
(Maine)   
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