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love poem

je suis le vent qui hésite
basculé dans le berceau du profond
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
sous ma fenêtre dans une rue de ville
vieux vin à boire
prenez mes bracelets
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
le soleil et vent et battement de mer
je ne prie pas pour la paix
les vieilles chansons
dans toutes les choses non parlées de
pourquoi faites-vous toujours stand tremblant là

 



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