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May 2014
People rushing left and right,
sprinting to not miss the final flight.
Your face is hidden, suddenly in sight,
in between the people running. Overnight
my view has changed. It disappeared,
the view, the connection, the holding stare,
sometimes in my worst nightmare
it returns. My only flight, cancelled.
Too late to find another.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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