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Feb 2019
Who determines what we read
when the medium is the seed
and the message and the plant,
when we feel we scant, we can’t

deliver our intended products.
To be too honest, it is bullocks

to get your knickers in a twist
over this, when this is just for you.
When all you seem to do to you seems just for you,

what are you supposed to do.
What am i supposed to do? I told myself, advised me
to pick my own sense and purpose, when

my service is or turns surplus.
Have you ever felt surplus to yourself?
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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