In winter
A small mouse cowers
From snow which through the window
appears so peaceful
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Nightly stroll
Nightly stroll along
Swirling waters of the Loire
Mirror of the soul
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Don't rub them
Please don't try to rub
My nipples, before even
Giving me a kiss
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PoetryPoems about desire, struggle and beauty in the moment. From sweet to grim to humorous, Entry is a search for identity and authenticity. Read Naar Binnen for the original poems in Dutch.
