Pensées nocturnes ~
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Last published Wed, Jun 27, 2018
Textes et poèmes écrits par mon plus grand soin. Comme l'indique le titre, ce livre sera essentiellement basé sur les pensées que l'on peut avoir le soir, en étant seul à contempler les étoiles. Ces lesdites pensées peuvent souvent vous mener à passer de longues nuits à réfléchir sur n'importe quel sujet qui vous hante, quitte à ne pas tomber dans les bras de Morphée...
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