Have I built bridges into the dark. Did I scent life. My plectrum conquers
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Kiss your luck
It rains ice- bullets. I hold them in my wounded hand, and blow them
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Pattern of behavior
She touched the arm of the fruit machine doing a dark wish: what she would do to him if
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Unforeseen encounter
I stuff myself with inflamable marshmallows. A knock on the door, I smile at the neighbor, before splashing all
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Vlaggenschip
Zij richt zich op, zoals een vlaggenschip haar zeilen hijst en ik hoor haar pumps de vloer raken: Tak, tak,
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