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Doorzoeken
Resultaten (2)
44
(Poëzie)
4-01-2005
by Rob C.
44 spikes of the locked out crown
44 reasons to get up and get down
44 passages out of Babylon
44 pigs looking at me wrong
A 44 count on the Richter scale
When the army of dread is allowed to set sail
Through the wind and hale of a...
Nitrogen Narcosis
(Poëzie)
4-01-2005
by Rob C.
We float in tandem
No need to kick
The current pulls us gently
We stare into each other's eyes
Each pupil a reflection of the lush greens
Deep blues found on the floor of the ocean
The great mother of life
The fear and panic of separation...
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