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Sep 2016
On that second day we are,
as free of risk as any day, but unaware
of the button to replay.

So we mutter on about
take it as it goes, what comes, he knows
whatever it is it'll be the right route.

And knowing is what lead me to her bed,
predicting as it was, seconds before, in my head.
I never told her what it was. I just accepted it.
House by a rocky coast.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
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