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sex poem

mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
il parle pas bien
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
affligez-vous pas pour l'invisible
splendor doux
remuez
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
lŕ oů je trouvez-vous

 



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