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With an open eye
And she will always reflect
the hidden traits
in which you already possess
~ nicoline ~
Thursday 31st March 2016 6:29 pm
Fear
It was January
She let the freezing ocean cover her naked spirit
Its bottomless darkness could potentially kill her
Still she knew that it was only by facing death
that she would discover life.
ida
Monday 26th October 2015 4:39 pm
Listen
I see you
I hear you
I feel you
Is what you tell me
Still
I keep explaining
Keep excusing
Keep blaming myself
Please
Don't tell me you understand
Listen.
- nicoline
Saturday 26th September 2015 12:40 am
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