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erotic poem

vous faites ne pas entendre
tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
homme froid sévère
ceux-ci soient
comment comme les étoiles sont ces le blanc, les visages inconnus
le soleil est vers le haut
un ciel qui n'a jamais connu le soleil, la lune ou les étoiles
je suis allé à travers les rues
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
bonheur
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
c'est le bateau de la perle
en matins nuage-gris

 



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