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Nov 2013
You never told me exactly what you
were thinking, never made me feel
like a difference in your life. Am I
that worthless or is it not your style?

We've been with eachother for a while
and after all these years or days, do
you still adore me, touch me , love my
every move? If I'm the onion, peel,

my every layer till you see the center.
You can change me on the inside.
But you never grabbed your chance.

It is your heart I wish to enter,
open up your thoughts real wide,
I'll make our love continue the dance
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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