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wedding poem

le pré rampait
plantons
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singuličre
elle a éclaté le vin féroce
quand je vais de nouveau ŕ la terre
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
en septembre
comme lui ŕ qui esprit dans la flamme du midi

 



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