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mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
homme froid sévère
elle a un espace libre, loveliness vent-abrité
avec le rouge de sang de lèvres et le coeur de la pierre
ceux sur le supérieur indiquent qu'elles vous connaissent, la terre -- elles sont des menteurs
comme je me trouve couvert dedans, examiné dedans

 



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