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je suis dans l'amour avec les endroits prévoyants élevés
élever, comme vent a soufflé
il n'y a aucune évasion par le fleuve
une petite pêche dans le verger s'est développée
ils dans le rassemblement d'obscurité et demandent
ce qui conserve
en septembre
hors de moi indigne et inconnu
la noblesse de la mort encore
les jours endeared à chaque MUSE

 



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