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		<title>13.2</title>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>pain</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>nuit</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>mains</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>ombres</dc:subject>
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		<dc:subject>ange </dc:subject>
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		<title>12.3</title>
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		<dc:date>2015-03-28T04:53:02Z</dc:date>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>chair</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>mots</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>fleur</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>monde</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>ciels</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>couleurs</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>masque </dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>ange </dc:subject>
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nos ciels
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la proue du monde&lt;/p&gt;


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		<title>136</title>
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		<dc:creator>Francis Royo</dc:creator>


		<dc:subject>c&#339;ur</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>amour</dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>ange </dc:subject>
		<dc:subject>carnage</dc:subject>

		<description>&lt;p&gt;nue &#224; mes doigts nou&#233;e la noirceur d'un ange me diss&#232;que. dormirons-nous encore au c&#339;ur de cet &#233;blouissant carnage. effar&#233;s d'amour tu&lt;/p&gt;

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