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Aug 2014
A spot in the ice
no one knows how
or even why,
it did not suffice
or break or crack,
it just disappeared,
and I feel the lack
of love in my soul
as big as that hole.
Not exactly do I
remember you leaving
but I keep believing
somehow we belong
together and split
platonic or not
I've loved you a lot
you forced me to quit
it all was for naught
on the graves I spit
how macabre
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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