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May 2015
Let's say love is a mirage
Once you get there it's vaporized

A blanket full of sand
Three containers at sunrise

Stacked up waiting for more massiveness of spice
The penalty pointed spokesman said defined

Example, the olive baked snacker that slipped out
of the coalmine

He had a plastic burned hand with two blisters on
the side

But is it a mirage?

Tobacco sunset
A cotton carpet with table topped wine

All vaporized
Robbert van Nispen
Written by
Robbert van Nispen  Eindhoven, the Netherland
(Eindhoven, the Netherland)   
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