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erotic poem

le maître des destins humains suis moi
dernier minuit
et ainsi elle va
par le pont grossier
y a il quiconque là
splendide et terrible votre amour
un avec vous
composé seul du loveliness
et pain de breaketh pas plus
voici ne tomber aucune lumière
pour pouvoir voir chaque côté de chaque question
j'ai regardé sur le ciel glorieux
ils me demandent où j'ai été
nos moments plaisants volent

 



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