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grandmother poem

juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
il y a d'un que ce I par le passé a aimé tellement
le maître des destins humains suis moi
elle était une beauté en jours
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
la nuit passée la pleine lune a étendu un tissu de blanc
vous êtes beau et fané
pas du monde large de totalité

 



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