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Sitting in the back of a car,
watching people passing by,
the expression on their faces,
wondering what they believe.
A woman with a child on a bike,
precious moments,
taking her son to special places,
to fill the empry spaces of their
future history.
A man on a motorcycle,
too fast to look at his face,
without any grace he passes me.
A child with skates, looking at her wound,
wondering what happens if her mother would see,
the hole in her shirt and the wound on her knee.
And me,
I wonder and look, a girl I am and fine,
still young and unknowing,
still a lot of things to see.




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20 februari 2002


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