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mi plaisirs et palais bien que nous puissions errer
o juste et stately bonne, dont les yeux
doux et fort
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
ainsi tombé
la noblesse de la mort encore
à minuit
une ombre grise mince sur le bord de la pensée
il était un jeune oysterman grand
en matins nuage-gris
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé

 



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