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Dec 2013
History repeats itself, fallen into my
own traps, setup long ago, still working.
No place left to run, options, ran out,
running, passing signs, can't read them,

running too fast. Trying to hold thy
from drifting further and further away.
I don't know what other dangers are lurking,
Doubting about switching to another route.

If I mind? I guess not, didn't have much she'd pay
for anyway. But I can't find another gem,
so why bother searching, this one's right there!
Treasure hunting, risky, thrilling, grasping for air,

now real treasure is closeby, I can see it's
perfect shine, still a long way to go before I can know
if it fits.
the truth is, I don't want any other gems
Daan
Written by
Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
517
   --- and Rudy Verboven
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