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I WORE YOU LIKE A BLANKET I WORE YOU LIKE A CLOAK I MIGHT AS WELL HAVE LIVED INSIDE YOU BURIED IN THE SMOKE FROM MIRRORS WALLS EYELIDS OF TEAR DROPS THE PLACES THAT I LOVED YOU
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Je suis sans nom, sans importance. Je suis tout et rien, sans sexe, sans aucune ambition.
