Dec 2016
'Stick your feet in solid ground.
Haunting ghosts you had bound;
creep through that rustic land.
All like your dreams had planned.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Just a thought of loneliness.'
Haunting ghosts you had bound;
creep through that rustic land.
All like your dreams had planned.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Just a thought of loneliness.'
- F.D. Prenger
(Amsterdam)
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