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Jan 2016
I ran to the top
About to roar;

I held back instead
That unsullied feeling
Before anything is ever said

Take a second,
My heart raced
Not often enough
We relish.

A triumph so sweet
Silence leaves my lips;
Our secret
I stayed speechless.

Once I unleash the words
They belong to the world.
Nicole Bataclan
Written by
Nicole Bataclan  38/F/Berlin, Germany
(38/F/Berlin, Germany)   
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   Bianca Reyes
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