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Mar 2013
There comes a time
We should move past
Talking idly
About weather
Headlines and topics
Which are popular

Has it come to that point
We could let our guard down
Opening a window
Earning a glimpse at the soul
Discovering sides
That are more personal

That line disappears
Between the secured sphere
And everything that is deep

Now we scrutinize
What ticks you off
How you get to love
And we assure
Whether we get along
In the outside world

We are all acquaintances
Tested to be a confident
And true to form
Not all deserve
Sincere attachement

But unless we take
That step
That moment in time
Specific without end
From being a contact
To becoming a friend
That is all we will ever be
Weather, the trivial
And anything that is proper.
Nicole Bataclan
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Nicole Bataclan  38/F/Berlin, Germany
(38/F/Berlin, Germany)   
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