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Sep 2014
We are not good people, I
don't know why
I never showed up or you
say the opposite you do.

It's like being outside and seeing
birds fly, but not being jealous
anymore. It bit me, struck me, hit me
I don't need to float around.
I'll stay right here, on the ground.
A little closer to the core.
People are staring,
I wonder if my fly is open.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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