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Jul 2016
for years I searched for new paths
  as if the only thing that really mattered
    was to get elsewhere as soon as possible

this shoreless thirst connects
    my little matter
                           with my oceans of dream

           everything breathes solvability

     and my mind creeps up
      only those walls that
          I cannot handle
      and lurks like an owl
       through your woods

over here you don't drink coffee
without some liquor

the temple was built
for naked dancers

and this love is my resource

my resource for some divinity
Dimitri Hillewaert
Written by
Dimitri Hillewaert  Belgium
(Belgium)   
560
   ---, Rapunzoll and Keith Wilson
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