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Article Communautés Concours Essai Multimédia Personnelles Poèmes Presse Prose _QUOTE Scénario Spécial | ||||||
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We are faster than the ground we step on
more quick-spirited than the love relationships we have we get to the destination before us we end in the ground before the ground in the woman before love in the child before the mother. Welcome in the loader!, the soldier invites me. you are the bullet’s nice dream, that of getting inside the woman’s heart as lightly as if on tiptoe without death to see it. The woman must be set free, but you don’t learn this in the army, she first sprang out of my eyes and hardly after she passed my look unwounded passing through you very far away. It is from here that she finds her conviction from the wounds of its terrible nature which she wouldn’t have got while running no one thinks I have a strong look. Stop the fire! A flower cannot fit into another flower any longer.
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