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Jul 2014
Fingers gliding over ivory keys
A melody of morbid isolation
drifts into the night, to find peace
A place to rest, in a crows nest
Her mind her soul her heart's a mess
Far away she longs to run
As far away as the night is from the sun
Into the horizon
Where the earth disappears,
Over the edge, to drown in her tears
From Ivory to Onyx
Minor chords express the loss
of a heart given at a cost
and a soul forever lost
drowning in an ocean of heartache
fading with the day
as the night starts its intake
of life,
of colour,
of love,
of valour
Draining the substance
Until its nothing but an empty shell
Decayed
Betrayed
Dismayed
Natasha Meyer
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Natasha Meyer  44/F/South Africa
(44/F/South Africa)   
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