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Feb 2017
By distance, by the stance,
by every cheeky glance,
every small yet wonderful dance,
every movement of the hands,
every mistake,
by all the chances I got
and were yours to take
we will know if though or not
the picture has place left
to stretch out into.
I feel melancholy
I miss that week
But I don't want to be weak
and make your word holy.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
525
   Mysidian Bard and ---
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