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■ Que faisons-nous de l’amour qui reste ? ![]()
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Sands…
Her breasts put together are the most wonderful castels ever built in the primordial sands… Unfortunately they have no windows… I could have seen The First Man-Rise!… Pictures The spirits of autumn Have painted gray spots on my skin And have transformed me in a black and white photo. Couldn't keep any picturesque memory from her because my soul was worst than a last century photocamera… She's never had a shadow to feed my evil essences, So I lost her and died from starvation… Hazel-nut It has been raining all night and water drops have left tiny hollows in the air, from where light jumps out Like a squirrel. It crunches our ways in eachother's hezel nut-heart and that's a beautiful sound in our smiling water-lilly ears…
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