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grandma poem

truely
nuit mystérieuse
les cieux qu'ils étaient ashen et sobre
vous a fait entendent parler jamais
calme en tant que que deuxième été
a arqué l'inondation
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
au-dessus du fleuve, sur la colline
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
avec le rouge de sang de lèvres et le coeur de la pierre

 



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