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Feb 2015
Broken glass, everywhere,
stepping with shoeless feet
crawling through to meet
the girl across and over there
the place where clean and neat
statues stand and dream.

Behold this world like no other,
enjoy the fruits and thank its mother.
You'll understand when the time is right.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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