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teen love poem

peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte
prenez mes bracelets
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
je réside à la montagne de table
pour venir tellement bientôt à ceci a imaginé l'obscurité
simplement parlant
ami, dont le sourire est venu pour être
le merriment sans fin et idiot des étoiles
ils dans le rassemblement d'obscurité et demandent
course haut-soutenue

 



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