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Apr 2014
harmless like a cactus, refreshing my every thought
sliding, gliding my hand through very dry sand.
I am nothing like whatever my thoughts are now
ThoughΒ Β I wish I was, someway, somehow
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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