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broken heart poem

si j'étais très sûr
environ porté plainte au maître
il y a trois manières dont les hommes prennent
seule
mi plaisirs et palais bien que nous puissions errer
je suis fevered
du plancher au plafond
le maître des destins humains suis moi
ceux sur le supérieur indiquent qu'elles vous connaissent, la terre -- elles sont des menteurs
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
dites-moi

 



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