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…𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓀𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎. 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓊𝒻𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝑒𝓈. 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓊𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝓇𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒. 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝓈𝒶𝓁𝓂𝓈 —𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃, 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓀𝓎.

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    1. Hoi @Damian,

      Inspired on the artwork and your write:

      een derde mond – plotseling
      smaakte wat naar whiskey
      tribal tattoo op haar dij
      ‘s intimite as can be

      whiskey is geen verleiding
      mijn teken van gevaar
      ‘t is anders als ik er af blijf
      en alleen proef bij haar

      And translated:

      a third mouth – suddenly
      tasted a bit like whiskey
      tribal tattoo on her thigh
      ‘s intimate as can be

      whiskey is not a temptation
      my sign of danger
      it’s different if I stay away from it
      and only taste it on her

      Yours is a lovely write and this is meant as a hats off to that. And you.
      Kind regards, Gus

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