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Dec 2016
Back for another semester
you can rest your
head on my shoulder
and smoulder me with laughs

I studied graphs
and figures.
Hid my soul inside these lines
as I did with yours.

If I can hold it out till then
past plenty of forgotten matter,
I'll pat time on the back and say
there's enough left of you to play.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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