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Ti-jean leaves his poems at the entrance to the cemetery and the insane misers of love they try to strip to letters and notes of all silence And it is that silence is the resolution of our sevenths of decrease and sensitive. Ti-jean leaves his heart right in the gate that you open with your poetry; that to elaborate difficult tongue twisters about the freedom to love each other. The pouring rain In my face it's just an echo of you and your shadow: Ti-jean.
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Apr 30, 2023
Apr 30, 2023 at 1:12 AM UTC
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Ti-jean leaves his poems at the entrance to the cemetery and the insane misers of love they try to strip to letters and notes of all silence And it is that silence is the resolution of our sevenths of decrease and sensitive. Ti-jean leaves his heart right in the gate that you open with your poetry; that to elaborate difficult tongue twisters about the freedom to love each other. The pouring rain In my face it's just an echo of you and your shadow: Ti-jean.
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Apr 30, 2023
Apr 30, 2023 at 1:12 AM UTC
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