16 Avril 2013
The last morning | Gothique-et-Romantique
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A mystery. Gravity of the air. Who surrounds us. We imprisons. To breathe. To exist. Not to choke more. To find air. To leave this mystery. Who dismays us. Low than covers over with soil. So near to the hell. To exist. To breathe. To touch itself. To tighten itself. To go up. Towards the sun. Who sp...
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