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foncé-eyed
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
certains des maux que vous avez traités
ami, dont le sourire est venu pour être
près d'un champ en détresse
bien que repine d'amour, et frottement de raison
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
avec le rouge de sang de lèvres et le coeur de la pierre

 



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