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Jun 2020
Well, we all do. We swim around
in golden layered mud and when
our heads go under,
with rapid speeds, we attempt to plunder,
pluck our brains.
What brought me here?
Engulfed, no tears
are seen and no one knows
where those eyes have been.
Take more walks. At least every once in a while.
Because breakdown/crisis is always just around the corner
when you don't take breaks from swimming.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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   Eman
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