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Feb 2015
A picture isn't worth a thing
when you're searching for someone
to defeat you. Never a thousand
words, never more than silence
in the streets.

Absorbed sounds, almost stolen,
when you find the one you need.
And you promised it would be
the last time. The last analysis.
We are all liars
we are all hypocrites
and all we are is lonely, only
sometimes together.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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