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Aug 2013
You can't tickle yourself, you can
not surprise yourself. I don't want
to make love, well I do, but I'd rather
share love, feel love..

I end up getting hurt before it starts.
The cage doesn't know about imprisoning
the bird.
Who do you want to be,
the cage or the bird?

You just might surprise yourself.
I'm always the bird, I'd never even notice being the cage.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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