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ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
remplacez la vision du plaisir
oranges de plumaison nubian bleu-noires
et ils marchaient toujours dessus
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
la agonie d'avoir trop de puissance
hors de moi indigne et inconnu
et pain de breaketh pas plus
l'obscurité
pourrions nous mais savoir

 



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