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broken heart poem

mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
je suis vieux et aveugle
désolé et seul
truely
exprimons nos passions plus basses
elle a un espace libre, loveliness vent-abrité
soudainement, hors des manières foncées et feuillues

 



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