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wedding poem

je ne prie pas pour la paix
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
il y a trois manières dont les hommes prennent
un mille derrière
je meurs
le mystère le plus foncé et le plus étrange
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
pour la vérité, pour l'amour
gloom
j'ai su le silence des étoiles et de la mer

 



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