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Natalie Dec 2019
I'm feeling poetic
So I sit down in the brown stairs
To scribble a few words
But alas my brain loses control
My heart takes over
And I run to him
And my poem ends there
  Sep 2019 Natalie
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I sat with my anger long enough,
Until it told me it's real name was grief.
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Natalie Sep 2019
I wonder why
We humans have the habit
Of playing hide and  seek
From our own guilt
Natalie Sep 2019
Death is mercy
Mercy we all hate having!
Natalie Sep 2019
..
Unlucky are those
Who died without the chance to
Succumb to the happiness you bring
They never fell deep..
Natalie May 2019
Once passion holds you prisoner
You can't escape
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