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marriage poem

il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
filles de temps
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
je ne brûle aucun encens
truely
splendor doux
exister de cygne
ils peuvent parler de l'amour dans une petite maison
pour venir tellement bientôt à ceci a imaginé l'obscurité
beau
dans l'obscurité et la paix de mon lit final

 



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