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Over mijn bibliotheek
this is my passtime
Over mij
There is a bite in me
that folds the other
kneels him, bends him
That bite opens a vast sea of voids
vertigos
precipitations
abysses

Im crossed by a slope
Im drawn by a precipice
In love...
And in all my secret junctions
Careful, distrustful, you agree
and you dont know me

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