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Dec 2015
My heart made out of glasswool,
Like a poisonous rose
its soft but you are going to cut yourself
when you get too close

My soul minimalistic,
Neo-geo art piece but in an unnatural pose
you really going to hurt yourself
when you get too close

Some people dont suffer,
We really pity those
They dont have the scars of life
They never came too close

We both came too close
Loxodes
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Loxodes  Netherlands
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