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Beeldend bloed


wanneer de wanhoop me vindt
en fluitend, alsof er niets aan de hand is
vuilbekkend met rotte tanden mijn hart verscheurt
zal ik bloeden waar ik val
de liefde leeggelopen
als woordstromen in helder rood op grauw asfalt
de dood als kunst - straatpoΓ«zie

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