Bart Meuleman

1965 / Turnhout

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Take a man like this one.
Gas music inaudible in the kitchen.
[your flesh is ageing]
Where was the aid?
What is started with the heart is easily released
Your flesh is ageing, how can I go on with you?
[lie quiet when I stick a finger in your mouth.]
[complaints fail to reach me]
[appliances have never been my strong point]