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death poetry

mi plaisirs et palais bien que nous puissions errer
ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi
là où je trouvez-vous
avec les yeux doux et bruns
hauts murs et énorme
la nuit était noire et triste
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques

 



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