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Nov 2014
The laughter kills,
ignorance spills
potential.

You

are my focus,
reason to go on
when my eyelids weigh a ton,
my brows drop and wrinkle.

I love how you sprinkle
good moments on the icing,
and tell me it's a secret.
I'd rather lose as classy gentleman
than win by crushing others.

In the end, the bigger man knows who won.
Daan
Written by
Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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   --- and Harley Hucof
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