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mom poem

elle a dit
ne tournez pas votre tête
écoutez la mer retentissante
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares
le parfum est venu
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
course haut-soutenue
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
pensées par ma tête
et mon nom est véridique
le ciel
au-dessus des dessus de toit emballez les ombres des nuages
je l'ai vu une fois avant

 



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