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Martijn
Benders
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an unwanted man
She's ruggy like an early started summer,
talks as if her words are straws you clasp.
Ofcourse she has a boyfriend, what a bummer.
Her eyes the honey of every courting wasp
glazing this room – she doesn't mind none
offering her white teeth to the lights
and she, the friggin queen of all barhives
will answer them whenever you're in sight.
Just to answer you. She has no choice,
no will of her own because her voice
is just the blend of all souls that straw there,
wishing they're the ones that fail to see her.
M.H.Benders – 29-01-2006
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