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Questions,

Roll around,

As the conversation,

Takes a rather,

Stunning turn,

Little was I,

This grand,

Before the bedtime,

Had arrived,

Morning rings,

Yet it brings,

Not half the sunshine,

As the screen of last night,

Too bright,

For the eye,

Of the beholder,

I hold her close,

My phone,

For it has shown,

Your every move,

And I want to move in,

To your direction,

For a sweet distraction,

Questioning,

Upon his reaction...

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Countless layers of stone,
Built up to shelter those,
That live within,
Endless effort,
Of creating,
Something called "our own",
Bullet proof windows,
That protect,
From the words,
Fired as bullets,
But most of all,
Acces denied,
When entering the passcode,
For secrets kept,
Can not be undisclosed,
Even when it's forgotten,
That the volt,
Containing childhood memories,
Was locked,
By no one other,
Then ourselves,
Iniminiminimo,
I know, I know,
What you don't know,
Tinnytinyfrightendme,
I see, I see,
What you don't see,
Countless layers of chalk,
Turning into bone,
Protecting the brain from inguries,
Harms of the outside world,
Scared to admit,
It might be the inside,
That is making it sick...

Fuck it I'm crazy. 

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Jouw handen die door mijn haar strelen,

Met mijn wangen spelen, 

Nu in de handen van een onbekende ander, 

Te herkennen aan zijn witte jas, 

Maar ik zie alles zwart,
Als de kleur van je longen,
Waar teer blijft plakken als de net te natte zoenen,
Die je op mijn voorhoofd achterliet,
En de door sigaretten gevormde grijze mist,
Binnen in je klemt,
Wil niet in rook opgaan,
Terwijl het wel veroorzaakt werd,
Door het inhaleren van de nicotine dampen,
Het weggesneden vlees,
Verwijderd mijn gedachte van je,
In mijn angst je te moeten missen,
Mis ik hoe je eventjes licht in je slaap lacht,
Stilte omringt me in de steriele kamer,

Denkend aan vandaag, 

Omdat morgen niet meer zeker is, 

Blijf zitten met mijn handen in mijn haar, 

Alsof het de jouwe zijn...

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Het water bijt,

Mijn zere been,

Het moet schoon,

Woesj woesj,

Golvend komt het schuin,

Richting haar kuiten,

Het mag me niet aanraken,

Trillende handen,

Kunnen de vingers,

Niet langer in bedwang houden,

Ze moet het voelen,

Het bloed is warm,

Komt pulserend uit de wond,

Ze vraagt zich af of dat,

Beter is,

Dan stromend?

Het water bijt,

Maar ze voelt het niet meer,

Het water heeft genoeg gebeten,

Slokt zijn prooi op.

II

Up and down,
Her eyes go,
Trying to read,
From your face,
What is written,
Inside the card,
Enveloppe teared,
Her smile enlightens,
Even brighter then before,
Her cheeks color red,
Once you hand her,
What represents,
How well you know her,
Present.




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Secrets things,

Hiding in the dark,

On your desk,

Flask filled with booze,

Eyes deprived,

Of yet another snooze,

Shoes tied,

A bit too tight,

The light can not evaporate,

The darkness of the thought,

That I am thaught,

Not to be myself,

That I am raised,

Only by the praised,

That forgot their prison,

When thy broke me,

To be sure no one,

Could be free,

From the town square,

Stick together flair,

That does not flow,

As the glow from his red nose,

That knows,

I was right,

When I left...

Go, find yourself. 

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Damnentia.

Staring at a pile of blurred memories,
That not quite seem to fit together,
Too much time that had gone lost,
Inside the stream of countless memories,
Banished from the stream of her grey mass,
Or mess... She could not decide,
If it was a matter of choice...
That she had lived these passed 9 years,
As if she was drink 24/7,
Always either laughing or crying...
Remembering too much or nearly anything at all,
She had no clue for half of this time,
Where had been? What had she been feeling?
It was numbed, the pain was too much,
So her body protected her, by fighting off memories,
It was a pile of photo's...
With people who'm she did not recognised,
Memories made but not recollected,
She wondered if her defence might had,
Pushed herself away as well,
Gazing into the mirror,
If only she could remember who she used to be,
A pile of blurred memories...

Damnentia blurred my memories. 

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And if you where to ask me,
If I still believe in love,
Then I would answer,
Well yes of course I do,
See that I was raised,
Believe love is to be spoiled,
In money and stuff,
That I am taught,
That the more people hurt you,
The more thy love you,
And it does not have any link,
To love,
As a matter of fact,
That does not make,
That I can not believe,
In the sparks I see flying,
When you walk on by,
In the butterflies that crumble,
When your humble stutter,
Resonates trough the bathroom,
I do believe in love,
I just don't know quite yet,
What love looks like,
But I can feel it,
When I am near you.

We make a great pair.

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Step by step,
Word by word,
Oil on the fire,
Higher, higher,
The heat rises,
The prices are on sale,
And I can feel myself,
Being sliced up,
In the choice,
Not too choose,
Selling myself short,
By letting you shoot,
Me down to the lowest,
Boiling point,
Where I am bound,
To answer to the storm,
That is raging on,
Inside the water,
That was contained,
Not to be astranged,
From the contend,
But there was no contemplating,
This situation,
The frustration,
Bursts out,
As we burn this frozen house down,
As you leave me,
Cold,
With the memories on fire.

Did you knew. 

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