Monde Poems - Poems about Monde

“La fin du monde” The fragrance that makes you pop in all the best places no need for bikini nude etat liberte un amourette experimentum crucis 500 Years Eau de Protection holy water ad libitum ghost in the shell (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) What it’s like to experience a nuke in virtual reality – paradise VR/ T Rusky https://youtu.be/vfvGBW_slUI PARADISE https://youtu.be/ShZGwgFmzoI La Fin du Monde – “How Will it Smell”...

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he sat there sipping his expresso between bites of a warm croissant reading every line of Le Monde daily no different really than each morning yet somehow still surprised at the insanity never ceasing to amaze AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Posted on May 3, 2019...

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L'Origine du monde smegma musk odors of clit ...

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Proud people of the Haitian Ile, Stand firm with head held high. Though days may last for a while, The world has begun to hear your cry. Le monde ecoute les voix criant; On voit et meme se sent votre douleur. Avec vous, on est priant. Avec vous, aussi on pleure. Two plus centuries ago, You proved strength and gained liberty. For...

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Le monde à l'envers, Où tout le monde peut voir, Que le ciel est ici, vivant, Dans la ville de mes rêves. The world upside down, Where everyone can see, That heaven is here, alive, In the city of my dreams....

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Living in Paris as un homme du monde* searching for la belle dame* strolling by the Seine dreaming of stars gliding... when she starts her swift danse macabre*, to forget she was a famous femme savante.* In autres temps,* Marie was a beauty: who conquered wealthy men in France and Italy... her soprano's voice stunned them in each scene! Ma belle Marie,* tout...

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Her voice was soft on the telephone She had gentility, like the part of the city she once lived We talked of tragedy and chicory coffee My friends had told me the situation was still grim I asked her of Galatoire's and Brennan's Of the Ninth Ward, and of her home While I, pining and homesick, sipped coffee the color Of the...

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