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They lost hope. And then, they found a shore.
What the Funk?
Black and White
A hard decision
A floating grammar of time and beauty
The wildfires of my life
Homme des bois n’osant pas respirer l’air pur de nos villes surpeuplées
Channel the spirits
Fuel for my soul
Une tristesse de clown
Look at the people (living in the world today)
Lingering poetry behind clotheslines
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