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Feb 5
I realised:
It is your blonde curl,
   The one that hangs over your eyes,
That makes my voice shudder.

I realised:
It is you,
   Not the sun,
That burns a white-hot hole
through my chest,
Clipped my wings
And let me crash.
Jude
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Jude  19/Brussels
(19/Brussels)   
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