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death poem

est souvent il pas aussi?
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
je ne prie pas pour la paix
quand j'étais a enfoncé ŕ Londres
quand absence de sa taille de montagne
je suis dans l'amour avec les endroits prévoyants élevés
ne soyez pas fâché avec moi

 



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