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daisy poems Poems

to be in Brussels for life

This mirror would not be cruel

I would be at the centre

where I seem to belong

grasping at everything

without excelling

pissing into the breeze

being there for everyone

but still trying 

for my own identity

there are no sharp people here

cruelty was never an option.

I am in Brussels for life

looking in a mirror uncruel

here I am watching myself, 

with love,

les bons plans incontournables.