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Françoise Delcarte

To erase all till nightfall, to cancel, disown myself. To be immersed in you, To vouch for your laughter. To let the seasons flow until the day staggers Or falls to its knees. I want the night to die. I want to die in you. Summer will then be ashes, A charred morning will lie… Continue reading Françoise Delcarte

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