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grandmother poem

basculé dans le berceau du profond
frère, je suis le feu
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
je dédaigne mes amis davantage que vous
pas du monde large de totalité
laissez-nous pitié ceux outre dont soyez meilleur que nous sont
gloom
je me demande où vous vivez
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques

 



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