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Apr 2014
Cookies in the oven, grass mowed, petrol, permanent markers
her hair.

Flowers, lavender and roses, wet dogs, even the barkers,
her hair.

Dinner ready, bacon barbecue, onions sizzling, fresh soup
her hair.

My sweat, my tears,
her hair, my fears,
morning dew, honey,
misty sunrise
hers.
I started sniffing her, she smells like watermelons,
freshly baked, with meatsauce.
And just a pinchy hint of basil.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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