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gothic poetry

la nuit était noire et triste
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
beaux, tragical visages
levé des morts
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds
ainsi tombé
avec ses cheveux flaying d'une manière extravagante
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
sous la barre du guerrier
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts

 



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