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Jan 2021
I know the names
and some pictures

of your friends, unfamiliarly
we would greet each other

there are no words
to share your wonder

We want to, but we can't
explain, we don't want to explain

because already while conceiving
every onset misses your essence

I have to accept
to be confused

struck
every time, and forever

you are wherever
on my mind
Wen = strike
--> Wound = struck
--> Wonder = event by which one is struck

Voor Jan Aart Klok #2 en Maria Godschalk #105

Collection β€œWithout reserve"
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