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Jul 2013
At eventide
Sitting on top

Last sun rays
About to cover up

This town is divine
And feelings that drown

Only city lights scintillate
While the darkness inundates

At the end of the day
Another one that was bad
All the way

When all I look forward to
Crawling back to bed
And solace in my pillow

You ask me out for coffee
But is it not too late
To be injected
With something that awakes

You twinkle, I am your star
And we sit for a while
Just you, coffee and I.
Nicole Bataclan
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Nicole Bataclan  38/F/Berlin, Germany
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