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teenage love poem

et mon nom est véridique
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
l'obscurité vole les formes de toutes les reines
je suis une femme
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée

 



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