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baby shower poem

je dois dire bonne nuit
je remplis cette tasse
bonheur
vieux vin à boire
un mille derrière
la étoile-poussière et lumière vaporeuse
je meurs
nos moments plaisants volent
mais alas, rêves justes
j'ai vu la première poire
le soleil est vers le haut
vous vous rappelez
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent

 



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