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la nuit passée la pleine lune a étendu un tissu de blanc
stand ici par mon côté
pourquoi sont les choses qui n'ont aucune mort
hauts murs et énorme
exister de cygne
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
plantons
bien que repine d'amour, et frottement de raison

 



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