Poems LOOSE NOOSE THE ROAD ON FRIENDSHIP UNEASINESS WHEN THE MOUNTAINS CRUMBLE WANNEER IK HEB NIETS (WHEN I HAVE NOTHING) Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
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