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teen love poem

ce qui je vous doivent
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
robuste, humble-abeille de somnoler
pour la vérité, pour l'amour
qui est le coureur dans les cieux
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
j'ai entendu qu'une certaine princesse
substance de la lune
tranquillement, avec le reverance, dans la crainte
ceux-ci soient
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
je ne brûle aucun encens
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril

 



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