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MK BLACK FEELING SYSTEM
I write a chronicle, make body... My heart reflects, my throat resounds of O ! my head quivers Which makes my causes, things which one divides, Turns and turnsback over the letters of a French alphabet, Which cling to my palate, accompanied by the good tonalities, My large mouth opens for all...! I crunch the words ordored, well... There were some doubts well, but I not weakened, did not haunt, abused, Unceasingly to return to the spot which to me is granted it’s symptomatic, it’s physical My large mouth opens for all...! The nightmares make me cross a pond, I believed to see there my image, a trace, hearts met, in a very last life, the joys and the tears, enrich courage, I invent, I assemble, thoughts and rhetorics, Chronimots takes body, memories epic of Africa, A you I can it say, it is all "chronimots", in only one word. DJELICOROView all djelicoro's Pictures
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