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suicide poetry

soyez dans moi comme modes éternels
mélancolie, bleu il était
y a il quiconque là
regarder là-bas
je suis fevered
ceux-ci soient
il est vrai que vous disiez que les dieux sont plus d'utilisation à vous que des fées
sommeil gentiment dans vos tombes humbles
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
il était un jeune oysterman grand
quelle chance spiteful vole des unawares
short et doux, et nous sommes arrivés à la fin de lui
pour pouvoir voir chaque côté de chaque question

 



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