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love friendship poem

pourquoi sont les choses qui n'ont aucune mort
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
volonté vous miroitez sur la mer?
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien
vous êtes mon compagnon
frère, je suis le feu
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
près d'un champ en détresse
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds

 



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