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dark poetry

hauts murs et énorme
si perdu
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
simplement parlant
peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte
hors du profond et de l'obscurité
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes
la dame, votre coeur s'est tournée vers la poussière
je l'aime

 



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