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LECTURES 153
Votes 12
Parties 6
Durée <5 mins

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A small window into my daily life, a couple of fleeting moments preserved in writing.

Contained within are ample touches of tenderness with occasional dips of uncertainty.

Mostly poems, possibly stories.Tous Droits Réservés

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