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May 2016
Remember when we used to just watch things,
stare at them, make them precious in our heads.
We lined up every single one.
We sat and scribbled on the back of paintings.
We pushed stuff together, our beds,
our lips. Now all we do is run.

The best part was when my heart rate went up,
the worst when I lost the need to hear
your voice.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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   Brent Fisher
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