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Jul 2014
Not a stranger
Not yet familiar
No face, No name
Yet caught up
in a crowd
sipping scotch and ice
keeping inside
building walls high
for no soul to scale
no love to break through
What would I say
If you asked me how
How would I lie
if I dare to try
breaking down
I slowly lay
I slowly die
Natasha Meyer
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Natasha Meyer  44/F/South Africa
(44/F/South Africa)   
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