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mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
gloom
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
se reposer dans son culbuteur attendant votre thé
il y a trois manières dont les hommes prennent
je sais ce que vous allez dire
il y avait de trois dans le pré par le ruisseau
ainsi tombé
la noblesse de la mort encore
dans des vos bras était le plaisir immobile

 



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