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Confusion - edmond randrianandrasana

Book without title
Open with foolish dream
Which already Read?
From her burnt steam
Surround my baby thought!
O!book without title
For who, my owner of all my dream?
With me flowers,in her,yet unknown
Perhaps,neither she is without tongue
Or I am without ear?
A! However,all things believe already
My evening of heart
Which I suppose that:TOMB
Where we become offsprings of light
From the last night

O! My book without title
With me flowers
In her,yet unknown
What is that? WOMAN'S HEART.  
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Edmond randrianandrasana



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