Chantelle Clark Biography

When sunsets for night sorrow drifts in, whispering through the trees.
Her gown flutters through the air as she glides over me.
Setting quietness throughout the land,
In a dangerious whisper that gave me shivers.
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Fall is graceful and mysterious.
It sneaks up on you like a crisp chill.
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The crowd roars with life
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I blink back these tears everyday.
I hurt when I hear you say.
That I never cared, that my friendship wasn't true or fair!
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The sun sets and darkness envelopes the world
In the wrath of its deadly sin.
Only the stars shine bright in the vast universe
But yet this blackness sucks me into a world
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