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Nov 10
I dream of a woods
with a house in it's middle.
I dream of images
I do not dare to describe in daylight.
I dream of friends
that do not exist.

Sometimes I even dream about the future,
but it has been long since
I dreamt about love, or the sun.
It has been too long
since I dreamt about a laugh, or you.
original in Dutch
Jude
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Jude  19/Behind the mirror
(19/Behind the mirror)   
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     Emma, Ben Noah Suresh, Pavel and Zeno
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