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Oct 2014
a wooden lath
before my nose
i take it
and the world is gone

another lath
above me
i take it
and start climbing

and climbing
to somewhere
on my way through
a sky full of stars

up there, love
i see your hand
but it's not just a hand
a hand full of hope
Nienke
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Nienke  29/F/Netherlands
(29/F/Netherlands)   
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