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life poem

elle a dit
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
qui appellera le vent
les étoiles sont tombées du ciel
regardez avec les yeux longing et savez que je suivrai
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques
Ă  partir du sud Ă  la coupure du jour
un poèt, ayant pris le frein outre de sa langue
donc je ne puis pas
le poing serré simple soulevé et préparent
quand, plein de l'amour chaud et désireux

 



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