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Euhm.. dit is mijn tweede berichtje. Ik kan niet slapen en wat mij dan helpt is een gedicht. Maar enkel dit gedicht van Walt Whitman.
Hopelijk kan ik hier ook anderen mee helpen en vinden jullie dit ook mooi!
TO A STRANGER
Passing stranger! You do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely liver a life of joy with you,
All I recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, addectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours ony nor left
my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my
beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night
alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you agaan,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
29-06-2013 om 00:00
geschreven door True Story R. 
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