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Bart Meuleman
1965 / Turnhout
Poems of Bart Meuleman
[appliances have never been my strong point]
[complaints fail to reach me]
[lie quiet when I stick a finger in your mouth.]
[your flesh is ageing]
Gas music inaudible in the kitchen.
Take a man like this one.
What is started with the heart is easily released
Where was the aid?
Your flesh is ageing, how can I go on with you?
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