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Jul 2015
Blown it reaches the skin,
****** it leaves you with a cold
surface and a head to spin
or a mind to bend and fold.

A mere man creates
from blood and flesh and sizzling brain cells,
things he states
so enigmatic it itself tells
on what his soul dwells
or has been for the past time.
He was primed to do so yet he did something else.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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