Platoon
Executing
My love Take me In front
And even if it bleeds
a thousand thorns, vintage
What It disgorged a sun
it decapitates the sky
Even if the sea is emerging
the tide low, low voice concern
Dune
Your forehead is a stone
From those we pray
Milliaire and first
Fronton chimeras
Bélière sonnets.
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