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Jun 2014
A contrast so subtle almost all
those in its circuit forget and get
lost. On each side a pulsating wall
and the floor is drenched and wet.

My best and oldest friend gave me
this book. My girl gave me a page
marker. My brother gave me a book-
case. My mom the ends, to support.

Who am I to judge and say and
realistically tell my hypocritical view,
point and vision. The tape holds this
poster on the walls with extra glue.

The moistness almost made it fall.
It will, sooner or later, your call.
my question is not if, but when she'll let it touch the ground.
Daan
Written by
Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
423
   --- and Lily Mae
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