Reccueil de poésies
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Last published Mon, Apr 23, 2018
Parce que j'ai besoin de vider mon coeur. Parce que peut être ça pourrait tout changer.
Poésies triste, joyeux, humoristique... Tout ce qu'il ce passe dans ma tête étalé sous vos mirettes.
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