Empire de vent et de poussière

Empire de vent et de poussière

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Il a fallut qu'elle ce souvienne qu'elle ne m'aime plus. Ont ce leve un matin on ce rend compte que la tristesse vaut plus le coup de la mort. Nous n'avons pas tout dit. Un jour,un mot,un texte,une histoire? Tes amis te baisent tes ennemis de baisent. Bientot va falloir montrer les dents. Je tremblerais peut etre. Ont va reprendre notre place,regarder la folie reprendre ses droits.
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