magnifique
pleure a l'ombre de nos doutes
froideur et distance
douleur et vertige
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le peintre est facétieux
l’âme est immortelle
l’épée au fond du cœur
je plante ma lumière
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love of spirit
love of what
the snake is coming down of the slowly question
humanity is lack of a personal love
i have too much violence against myself
i try to find a voice
i was the small poet
poet who does not understand the mechanick
the de pression of the systeme of work
capitalism is a fornication of love ?
fascism of work
i do nothing bang bang
it's time to say conflits
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