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Jun 2014
Impatient,
action after action,
arrogance,
incapable
as
inner
organs slowly die.
I could just give you

a cure,
but you would not be satisfied
any more.
Let's talk, let's ensure the end is not that near,
it is though,
but it would only worsen in a state of fear.
Oblivious as always.
Daan
Written by
Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
390
   --- and lost in thought
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