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Mar 2022
Stuck, we float in viral.
We go up and spiral
bot, out of control.
We're locked down,
detached from the whole.

As currencies, letter z's,
maiden names, money in frames,
okay signs and cryptic mines,
we're all destined to an end,
sticky entertainment.
I'm gone
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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