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Apr 24
Hot like fire,
Cold as ice

If stares could ****
My feelings would freeze.

He ignites
Light in my eyes,
Sends shiver
Down my spine.

I jump in the shower,
Burn with vigour
To cool my temper.

Extremes,
I am always at extremes,

It is either, or

I gauge for
Equilibrium.
Nicole Bataclan
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Nicole Bataclan  38/F/Berlin, Germany
(38/F/Berlin, Germany)   
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