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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Ce spicilege de textes lyriques nous depeint l'echo de l'ame ulceree. Cette affliction qui eleve le poete et le submerge d'affectivite, d'impressionnabilite. Sustente sa plume ensoleillee et vient caresser l'aureole de sa diaphaneite. C'est depetrer de l'ame en desolation les petites felures qui nous pesent comme du sang grumele. Un parfum de melancolie, un roseau d'amertume, une nausee de douleur, une invite, une fulmination de pensees et de sentiments carmins.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Ce spicilege de textes lyriques nous depeint l'echo de l'ame ulceree. Cette affliction qui eleve le poete et le submerge d'affectivite, d'impressionnabilite. Sustente sa plume ensoleillee et vient caresser l'aureole de sa diaphaneite. C'est depetrer de l'ame en desolation les petites felures qui nous pesent comme du sang grumele. Un parfum de melancolie, un roseau d'amertume, une nausee de douleur, une invite, une fulmination de pensees et de sentiments carmins.