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Isabelle Baladine Howald

Phantomb

To face the despair many and various infatuations? Not exactly infatuations for the same reason.

He doesn’t know, he must not know, he doesn’t know it, he must not know it, I must not tell him it’s not me it’s him who must not doesn’t know

I still can’t tell you the truth

Everything is so shabby :

I don’t dare, too little

to kiss some more, nevertheless (you’ll live —)

What happened to you — one day I will tell you

(I’ll stay, I’ll stay)

Keep the secret of his death with the dead (don’t cry so hard / he’ll hear it—

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