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De kus
die je me gaf
op de avond
toen het altijd avond zou blijven
op mijn lippen
voel ik nog branden
in mijn hoofd
in mijn handen

De hand
die streek
over mijn haar
dat opeens zo lang was
en als fluweel
voel ik nog strelen
over mijn armen
over mijn benen

De blik
met lichte spikkeltjes
in de donkere ogen
die leken op het groenste wild
en de ruigste zee
voel ik nog vuren
door mijn ogen
door mijn gedachten


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