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Jul 2020
I called, we talked for hours
and the steps we took, the ground we
walked became a path. It was ours
and the days we spent were crowned
to be the warm and cozy bath
you take on wednesdays to get
you through the week.

On saturdays I wait outside my house,
on sundays my time is meaningful
but every other day, I douse myself
in love for you.

Walk home with me, daydreaming detective,
walk home with me and keep giving perspective.
Where should we go next?
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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