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Nov 2014
It slithers through
my every fiber
twisting and twirling
taking me higher
my demons hidden
from the truth I am
The moonlight my beacon
the mask slowly breaking
as an icy breeze
consumes my mind
I'm numb
Nothing left
but my own
Demons
Natasha Meyer
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Natasha Meyer  44/F/South Africa
(44/F/South Africa)   
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