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love poem

je vous ai détesté
sous la lune de moisson
prenez mes bracelets
pour la vérité, pour l'amour
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
dossier une nuit de vol
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
jamais dans toute ma vie
je réside à la montagne de table

 



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