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Mar 2012
Behind this perfect smile,
A fragile soul in denial.

Though ridiculously time consuming,
Frustration remains an elusive thing.

Pretending all the time,
Now a real habit of mine.

Who goes through a rough patch,
Tires of standing still soon enough.

Moments with a treasured friend,
Stranger’s heart is on the mend.

I do not hold back my tears any longer,
With you, no need to push any further.

You feel my hands that are cold,
In your warm embrace, I unfold
Nicole Bataclan
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Nicole Bataclan  38/F/Berlin, Germany
(38/F/Berlin, Germany)   
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