L'eau se transforme en os. La glace est flaque rouille. Le matin transperce le ciel.
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"Bonjour à tous, je suis l'auteur de ce carnet je-" Il referma le livre, l'examina entre ses grandes mains calleuses, le...
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She chivers. Her skin laughs when my finger caress her back. I don't stay long, though this simple skin contact make us smile. We sit...
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When you are lost to yourself and everyone you come to me. Fortune teller and priest might recommend you my place. I'm a curse undo...
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